"No, it's my fault for having a broken brain-ARGH!" The Doctor let out another scream as another flash of gold traveled down his face. He began slapping his head between his heads until eventually the fire died away. The room was now beginning to throb, the Antibodies were jerking in the air like puppets on a string. The Doctor cleared his throat before stumbling towards Rogan. "Rogan with the creature sick we may have a chance to teleport out of here."
"That would be ideal Doctor, but theres a problem with that plan," Rogan spoke before lifting his arm, revealing frayed circuits and dented metal. "The Antibodies damaged my teleportation device. I'm not sure if it's working."
The Doctor let out a groan before bending over Rogan's arm and examining the damage. The walls were now starting to bleed a disgusting orange gunk that filled the room with a putrid smell. The floor shook beneath their feet whilst a pained groan resounded through the corridors. The Doctor letting out a frustrated growl, "The teleporters stabiliser has been damaged. If we were to use the teleporter then our bodies would be ripped to shreds, theres no way we would survive the journey."
"Don't you dare blame yourself" the Doctor said to Robin as he began looking around the room frantically as he tried to form a plan. "This would have happened anyway, we would be stuck in the belly of the beast regardless of whether my condition caused it to feel ill."
"Question is... what do we do? We have a sick alien on our hands and very little time to find an escape route. The alien creatures not going to have created working escape pods so finding those isn't an option. Perhaps we could risk the teleportation... being mildly ripped apart is better than being absorbed into its central nervous system. Who knows? Maybe we would look better with four fingers and no legs?"
The Doctor began tapping the sides of his head with his fingers. His eyes screwed up tight in concerntration, "Come on... think! Think! Think!"
"Doctor, I have an idea," Harme called before she began to slowly walk towards the red lined walls. Slowly, she raised her hand and pressed it lightly against one of the tiles. "What if...what if I let it absorb me?"
"What?" Rogan cried in outrage. "Don't be absurd mistress! It would kill you!"
"Doctor, would that work?" Harme asked, ignoring Rogan's cries of outrage.
The Doctor was quiet as he thought it over, a grim frown formed on his face. "Potentially," he muttered before shaking his head. "What am I saying. No, you can't do that Harme!"
"The Doctor is right! That would be suicide and you are needed Mistress!" Rogan roared, but despite the feral tone to his voice there was something evident mixed within it; despair.
"Rogan, my darling," Harme spoke affectionalty and smiled over her shoulder at him. "The reason why I survive the bliss virus many years ago was because of the Face of Boe. He enveloped me with lifesustaining smoke that protected me against it. I have always wondered if that was the reason why I have never fallen ill since that day. And why I have lived so long."
"If I let the creature absorb me, then perhaps what is left of my life force will heal the creature. And that will buy you the time you need to find a way out," she explained, her face not showing any hint of fear at the possibility, only resolution. "My purpose is to save lives. If I am to die then I would rather die fulfilling that purpose."
"Mistress, no..." Rogan whispered, his fierce eyes no longer full of fury and strength. Now he just looked like a sad kitten.
"I have no choice Rogan."
"Yes you do," the Doctor said softly. He was wearing a pained expression on his face. A sadness was lingering in his eyes that had surfaced too many times in his long life. These moments came much too often, the times when good people sacrificed themselves to save lives. How he wished that it hadn't come to this...
"Are you sure?" He asked, his voice no more than a whisper.
"I am," Harme replied with a nod. "But, please answer me this before I proceed..." Harme spoke, her voice pained. She turned her head to look at the Doctor before asking; "Am I...am I a good person?"
"Of course you are," the Doctor replied without hesitation. "Mistress Harme, high priest of the Sontari faith, Captain of the S. S. Nightingale, Chief Healer and Medical Supervisor. You have worked yourself to the bone to redeem your past mistakes. You helped save the residents of New Earth from total destruction and spent over twenty years alone with only the Face of Boe for company. You could have stopped at that, but you went on to rebuild the world and once you were done you helped create the Nightingale, all in the hope of helping those less fortunate. And despite all of these great things you have done, you still amaze me by wishing to prove to the world that you were not perfect, that you had secrets and that you would gladly go to your death with every single one of them exposed to the world."
The Doctor shook his head with disbelief and gave her a small smile, it was the best he could manage given the sadness in his heart.
"Mistress Harme, you are the embodiment of redemption. You are everything I aspire to be."
Harme's eyes glistened with tears. She sniffled and let out a sob before nodding to the Doctor, "Thank you so much Doctor. Farewell Robin and my dear, dear Rogan," she spoke before pressing her arm into the red walls. It slithered in slowly and effortlessly as she began to be absorbed by the creature.
"MISTRESS NO!" Rogan screamed and made a move to reach out for her, but the Doctor grabbed him and restrained him before he could make his move.
"Don't, if you touch her then you'll be absorbed as well!" The Doctor said, but Rogan didn't stop struggling against him as he watched the last of Harme vanish into the wall.
A white spot had appeared where she vanished, a clean patch amongst the red. Slowly the white began to expand to engulf the corridor, brushing away the forms of the Antibodies and the replicated image of the hospital corridors. Now the three of them were surrounded by endless white. Eternal nothingness caused by the cleansed mind of the Replicator.