A/N: The poem does not specify which companion is with the Doctor, plug one in or assume it's an OC. I hope you enjoy this poem!
Disclaimer:I do not own Doctor Who, no copyright infringement was intended.
We sat there on the floor our chests heaving,
He held me up, so I didn't fall where I sit.
We weren't looking for trouble, we were leaving,
But apparently we looked out of place and that was it.
And so commenced the running, the endless running,
Don't get me wrong I love the rush, but now I was in pain.
I had sprained my ankle, but the adrenaline kept me going,
We had turned a corner; I had felt the tug, not the pain.
We saw our salvation; our beautiful ship was a silhouette in the night,
I crashed into the blue doors, but they were locked.
He pulled out his key but the lock put up a fight,
We fell inside and shut the doors, our hunters now blocked.
I had almost made it to the console before I fell,
He ran to me and I told him where the agony emanated.
He looked at my ankle and said he couldn't tell,
If it was a sprain or tear, and that later he would have it examined.
He sent us into the vortex where we would be out of harms way,
He sat with me and held me up and I listened to his dual heartbeat.
He said I needed to relax and rest before heading to the med bay,
When I was calm he lifted me up and carried me, the gesture was sweet.
In the med bay he examined my ankle and mended it with ease and skill.
Even though I've known him for awhile it still amazes me that he's so brilliant.
In the console room he said that we were going to help build the first water mill.
That's life with the Doctor, with all of time and space, there's never a dull moment.
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