It had been a long day.
"Doctor! Just because I got into trouble doesn't warrant you to be mad at me!" Lily screeched. Her blood was boiling. She had gotten into a bit of a tiff with The Doctor over their recent near death experience.
"Oh really! If that doesn't, then what does?" the look in his eyes was something she didn't understand. His eyes were almost black with what she could only assume was pure hatred.
"I don't know, maybe if I died, then I might allow it."
"you think you are the world…"
"I know I'm not your precious Rose, doctor." She cut him off.
"Don't you speak of her!" he spat as he yelled at her. Lily shook in fear. It was too late to back down.
"Then how is she to be remembered, huh? Is she just going to sit there in the back of your head, rotting you away?"
"Rose is not a disease!"
"Are you sure? She seems to have killed you!"
Lily turned away but felt his hand grab her arm, hard enough to bruise. He turned her to face him and held her in place with strength she didn't know he had. He stared in her eyes. Searching her, reading her.
The look on his face changed. It went from anger to shock. His face loosened and his frown turned into a pout-like state. He let her go, stood back and ran a hand through his slightly damp hair.
Lily couldn't hold her emotions any more. She ran away into the corridor and into her room. She flopped onto her bed, sobbing into her pillow. Now she had done it. She tried to gather her wits, failed, and went back to sobbing.
She heard a knock on her door. Lily didn't go to it; she just lay there, crying. The door slid open and The Doctor walked in. his face worried. He sat on the edge of the bed and went to place a hand on her shoulder, but he decided against it. He began
"Lily, I…"
The next thing he knew she had leapt up and into his arms, crying into his chest. Confused he put his arms around her. No more words were said. They both knew exactly what the other was going to say.
It had been a long day.
