((Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who or anything to do with Doctor Who. Also, Warning: this is an incomplete story!))
Introduction
The floor of the Tardis was cold, and most likely leaving its grated impression on his face as he lay, passed out there. Helpless. A voice was calling to him, shaking him. It seemed so far away though, and as if it were submerged in water. It was indistinguishable. Was the voice from a female, or a male? It was difficult to tell.
As if something was moved or changed, the voice became clearer. It was calling out for medical assistance, a doctor. No…the way it seemed, the voice was calling for a specific doctor, but why not call the doctor by his/her name, instead of by the profession itself? Oh…
"Doctor! Doctor please…" the voice begged, shaking the man on the floor. "Doctor! Please wake up!" the voice called.
It seemed as though the voice was calling the man on the floor a doctor, but he was most certainly sure that he was not a—
The man sat up quickly, eyes wide and hair a mess. "I'm the Doctor!" he exclaimed.
