"Ohhh, yeaaah! You would see and hear me, I would see and hear you. We could have a bit of a chat between things I’m up to. It’ll be good fun." He suddenly paused and looked a bit frazzled. "Reinette, is there a clear bag with yellow liquid hanging on the side of my bed by chance?"
"There is, but please do not inform me what it is for, mon cher." Reinette said with a laugh. "Would you like anything else."
"Madame de Pompadour" (1760) - by François Boucher
Boucher re-portrayed the Marquise de Pompadour from her triumphal 1756 and 1759 portraits in this 1760 work.
"Ohhh, well, I won’t wear it often. I don’t need the entire matrix in my mind all the time. My head is too full of enough stuff. I’m beginning to lose track." He cringed a bit. "I was thinking since the citadel isn’t allowing aliens in when I leave you might want to do that whole…video chat thing. Mind as well give it a go."
"Video? The moving picture? There is a way to utilize that?" She asked, pleased at the notion. It would not be him at her side, but at least the separation would not be without some form of communication. Simply hearing his voice would be soothing in the night.
"I should like that very much."
"No reason to, Reinette! I mean, look at me!" He smiled. "Give me two weeks. I’ll be back on my feet. I have things to do. A birthday to celebrate, a planet to fix, and of course I universe to explore."
"Be certain to rest though and pace yourself. We cannot have another surgery like this again." Reinette said, laughing at his eagerness to explore. "Yes, and a ceremony to attend. I still must see a crown upon your head."
"Brilliant. Thank you." He pressed his hands on the side of the bed and propped himself up. He then grabbed the cup of water and sipped it.
"The feeling is mutual." He set the cup down and smiled. "I do feel better." He wasn’t lying either. There was a colour in his cheeks that wasn’t there for a long time. He reached his hand out and took Reinette’s hand, guiding it back towards him. He placed it upon his chest. "Brilliant, isn’t it?"
She grinned as she felt his heart beat beneath her palm, her color returning as well. The fear eased away as she met his eyes. “I am so glad, my love.” Reinette murmured to him, squeezing his hand. “I trusted you to pull through. Why would you want to ever change?”
The Doctor reached up and touched his face when Reinette entered but when she answered his question for him, he lowered his hand. “Mmm. It would seem so,” he said in a horsed voice. He slowly opened his eyes and swallowed, his dry throat feeling a bit scratchy.
"I feel like I could go on sail off to see the universe." He turned his head and smiled at her. Despite his words, it was apparent in his eyes that he was tired.
She smiled at his words, glad at least he kept some humor in the face of all of this. Noticing his scratchy voice, Reinette poured him a glass of water, offering it to him, but prepared to help him lean up and drink it.
"Soon you will be able to," she murmured, placing a kiss on his fingers. "I am glad to see you. You, you. I will accept no substitutes."