cathalcalumcolin: “‘Doctor, you will be the death of me yet,’ he muttered. […] He had to get to the Doctor; he would never forgive himself if anything happened to him. The Nameless City by Michael Scott” cathalcalumcolin: “‘Doctor, you will be the death of me yet,’ he muttered. […] He had to get to the Doctor; he would never forgive himself if anything happened to him. The Nameless City by Michael Scott”

cathalcalumcolin:

‘Doctor, you will be the death of me yet,’ he muttered. […] He had to get to the Doctor; he would never forgive himself if anything happened to him. The Nameless City by Michael Scott

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