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Coughing, I walked into the free clinic. I had been here for a month looking for Rory. My centurion. We had been sent back in time by a weeping angel, and I had left my best friend to have the chance to find him. I knew that I would never here "Come along, Pond." again. For a month I wanted to see his big nose and let him know that I was with him.
With no money, no shelter, and no ID that would work in this century, I had been living on the streets and begging for food. Sadly, Americans were not very generous. Due to the upcoming winter, I had caught a cold, and due to my lack of money, I was on the verge of starvation. Almost every cent I got, I gave to homeless children.
I arrived at the clinic, and shifted through the dozens of sick bodies to the front desk. The women at the front desk looked me over in my raggedy clothes, filthy skin, and knotted dirty hair.
"Name." she asked in a bored voice.
"Amelia Williams." I replied in a strangled voice. She scribbled the name down on the third page on her clipboard and pointed to the room, indicating for me to sit. I walked over to a conner and plopped down. Searching the room, I found that there was a little girl sitting in the corner, she was shivering so much that I could barely make her out. I walked over to her and place my very ragged coat on her. Her shivering died down a bit and she look up at me and whispered the words "thank you". I rubbed my hand on her make, smiled at her, and replied with an "you're welcome".
The lady at the front desk stood up and walked through the back door, probably to give the doctor the growing waiting list. In a few minutes, she popped her head into the room and took a look around.
"Is there an Amelia Williams here?" She asked so that everyone could hear her clearly. Confused, I stood up and walked over to the women.
"I'm Amelia Williams, is there a problem?" I asked. She shook her head and opened the doors wide.
"Please follow me." she replied. I stepped into the door that lead to a hallway, the women walked a few feet ahead of me, pausing every once and awhile to make sure that I was keeping up. After taking a few twists and turns, she opened a door. I stepped inside and she told me that the doctor would be with me in a minute.
The inside of the room was blue, TARDIS blue in fact. There was a gurney set up against the middle of the left wall, and there was a table up in the right conner. I took a seat on the gurney and looked at the posters on the wall. They were your basic doctor posters, including a 'on a scale of 1- 10, how are you feeling?' chart.
I was just about to read the food pyramid when I heard the door open and a small cry exit someones mouth. I whipped my head over and saw the last person I ever expected to see. I went numb, and I already felt tears coming out of my eyes. And I whispered the name I had been longing to say for a month.
"Rory."