It was a big blur. He barely had enough energy to make it on board the TARDIS. It wasn't easy to pinpoint, but he was able to lock onto Rose. He was able to use Rose to get on board. He didn't have enough energy to create an Enochian sigil at all. All he could do was fall to the ground and pray to whatever kept bringing him back. He did not wish to die. Not because he was scared of leaving the people on their own. He just didn't want to die. He had grown so human with Rose that he did not wish to move on. If it made any sense.
He felt them lifting his head, but he didn't move. He could hear Rose's soothing voice and it was nice. It was good to hear her again. It was good to see her until the lights dimmed and he face planted into the grating. She was beautiful and perfect. She was Rose and he was an idiot. An idiot who could feel the scratches on his vessel. The idiot who could see the end of whatever this was.
He was lifted up and he let out a groan as the shifting move the broken off spear. Whatever this was wasn't banishing him to some other world. It was slowly killing off his spirit and trying to eliminate the souls in his body. It was nasty business and he was growing curious as to how Dean even got his hands on it. It must have been incredibly hard for his friend to have made the decision to use such a device on him. He could only imagine the turmoil he must have gone through.
Once they reached the doorway of the infirmary he broke free from their helping hands with a groan. Everything hurt, but Castiel was still paranoid. He pressed his fingers into the wound and shifted the broken spear. He groaned from the pain, but managed to wet his fingers with blood. He pressed three fingers against the wall and drew the Enochian sigil. It would this immediate area safe until he could do more. If he could do more. He staggered back with his right hand bloody and he spun on his heels. He approached Rose and smiled weakly. He side stepped and fell back into the Doctor.
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Date: 2012-01-20 07:35 pm (UTC)He felt them lifting his head, but he didn't move. He could hear Rose's soothing voice and it was nice. It was good to hear her again. It was good to see her until the lights dimmed and he face planted into the grating. She was beautiful and perfect. She was Rose and he was an idiot. An idiot who could feel the scratches on his vessel. The idiot who could see the end of whatever this was.
He was lifted up and he let out a groan as the shifting move the broken off spear. Whatever this was wasn't banishing him to some other world. It was slowly killing off his spirit and trying to eliminate the souls in his body. It was nasty business and he was growing curious as to how Dean even got his hands on it. It must have been incredibly hard for his friend to have made the decision to use such a device on him. He could only imagine the turmoil he must have gone through.
Once they reached the doorway of the infirmary he broke free from their helping hands with a groan. Everything hurt, but Castiel was still paranoid. He pressed his fingers into the wound and shifted the broken spear. He groaned from the pain, but managed to wet his fingers with blood. He pressed three fingers against the wall and drew the Enochian sigil. It would this immediate area safe until he could do more. If he could do more. He staggered back with his right hand bloody and he spun on his heels. He approached Rose and smiled weakly. He side stepped and fell back into the Doctor.