The Doctor, Saving Lives

by AddieWho

When Cecil James, (later known as CJ) attempts a horrible task, The Doctor comes in and shows him the wonders of life. This is a story about a depressed young man who is dropped into a tornado of recovery by our very own, intergalactic Super Hero.

1. Never the Answer

Hello readers! This is my first fanfiction that I've written, so constructive critisism is welcome. However, hate comments WILL BE DELETED. sorry this chapter is a bit short. and sad. But there is a lot more where this came from! Without further adieu...

Chapter 1

Helpless.

Why would they care? James walked monotonously from class to class. all his day was filled with harm. Failed test. Stolen lunch. Write up. Beaten senseless by bullies. Rocky busride. Dad beats him. Mother is paralyzed. ALS has taken over his mother's body and now she can hardly move her mouth enough to talk. Cecil takes care of her. If he made one mistake, he got the worst of it from Father.

So, when he got home, James kissed his sleeping mother, passed the couch on which Father was drunk and tired, and when to his room.

As he tried to contemplate what he was about to do, it all seemed rather clear. He put a nice suit over his favorite t-shirt, and found the hidden box he had come to love. This small wooden box took all the pain away. He opened the latch to reveal blades, rusted from overuse and stained with blood. Without thinking, he calmly made tallies on each wrist.

1 One for the failed test.

2 One for the write up.

5 One for each bully who tormented him day by weary day.

6 One for Father.

13 One for each of his bruises.

At this point, his room started to go black. The blood slowly coursed its way out of his system and onto the bed where he lay.

James began to quietly sob. He sobbed until he couldn't feel his body anymore. The blood-loss was too much. Goodbye. He thought. You're finally rid of me.

The last thing he heard was a strange wheezing sound, then he allowed himself to descend into darkness.

A few soft blips allowed consciousness to slowly make its way into James's mind. His eyes slowly opened and with blurred vision, be could hardly make out the man tinkering with some machinery. The man had fluffy brown hair that framed a concerned face. He looked like a professor, so James was immediately confused as to why a teacher was dealing with medical equipment. As his vision cleared, James saw the tall man slowly turn towards him.

"Hello!" the man said softly, "I'm the Doctor. How are you feeling?"