Ill!Sarah for shot_his_shoes
She knew beyond a doubt that she would not make it. The poison from the cybermat was filling her veins, making them bulky, filling them with a metallic sheen that almost seemed to block the flow of blood to her body. It makes it hard for her to breath. The scream had been the last real thing she had been able to do, aside from fall off the chair while fighting the creature.
By the time the Doctor pulled it off of her, her vision was splotchy. Black dots danced around her face. His features, typically much sharper and angular, appeared blurred. Sarah was barely aware of him picking her up and carrying her away from the room. A wave of dizziness overtook her.
Voices now. That was all she could hear. Something was wrong with the transmat drive. The Doctor sounded furious.
“Let me be the doctor this time, Doctor.” Harry. His voice sounded so close and yet so very far away. Something cold pressed against her skin. “We need to get it out of her system. Come on, old girl, hang in there.”
Vaguely, she was aware of being turned on her side. “Somebody get me water! Something! Doctor, do you have--”
The voice sounded so mournful. “No.”
Sarah blinked, tried to wake up from the coma she was slipping in to. “Doctor. Harry. It was--”
“Save your voice, Sarah,” Harry whispered. “He’ll fix it soon enough. And you’ll be okay. Until then, I’m going to try to induce vomiting. Got it, old girl?”
“Don’t.” She coughed. “Don’t call me that.”
“Sarah?” The Doctor’s voice. “Sarah Jane, I will never forgive you if you do not fight this.”
Neither of them had any idea how hard it was, how difficult it was to hang on. The darkness was overwhelming and the pain far too much. She knew, without a doubt, that the Doctor would not fix the transmat machine in time. She knew Harry’s efforts would not work. This, she knew, was the end of her journey. It had been a good one.
Sarah let go.