Can't wash my hands clean.

by Btryx

The Doctor wakes up panting and dripping from sweat. All he sees is blood. It's on his hands, covering them, coloring them bright red. He can't breathe. He closes his eyes. He doesn't want to look at the blood. Instead he sees faces. Many, many faces, some of them stranger, lots of them familiar. They're all dead. He forces his eyes open, because seeing them is worse than anything he can imagine. He tries to take a deep breath, but it's stuck in his throat, and he can't help letting out a broken sob. He stumbles as his bare feet hits the floor. He has to get to the bathroom. He has to wash of the blood, get clean. He has to get clean, he want to be clean.

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The Doctor has a nightmare about the Time War. Rose is there for him, like always.

Words: 1200, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

• Fandoms: Doctor Who, Doctor Who (2005)
• Rating: Not Rated
• Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
• Categories: F/M
• Characters: Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler
• Relationships: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler
• Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Friendship/Love, Angst, Time War Angst, Post-Time War, Doctor Whump, Romance, Panic Attacks