The last Day

This was it, the end. The final end. Regeneration didn't look likely. The Doctor was lying there, clutching his neck, groaning in agony, doctors and surgeons trying to restrain him. Was this it? Death? It didn't feel like regeneration. The Doctor went over the events in his head - A colony of poisonous alien bugs where hiding in a hospital, sneaking into food and poisoning people. It wasn't their fault, they're only small, scared. The Doctor had tried to stop the infestation, but that only lead to him getting bit himself – "Ahhh!" He screamed. "I need...I...I...need you to leave!" The Doctor demanded. "No chance!" A surgeon replied. Then, the Doctor looked at his hand, it started to glow. "Oh no, here goes... Geronimo!" A brilliant orange glow shone from the Doctor, blinding everyone in the room. This was it...change.

"What was that?" The same surgeon asked. She looked down at the Doctor. "Er... I'm starting to believe you now, the tests weren't wrong, he IS an alien!"

1 day later...

The Doctor's eyes opened, very slowly. He looked at his hands, what had happened? He felt something uncomfortable under his pillow...his sonic screwdriver. He was in a white room. A hospital. "Ergh, I hate Hospitals." The Doctor Groaned. "My voice, it's different... oh no..." The Doctor jumped out of bed and stared at a 5 ft tall mirror. He was wearing some strange pyjamas; he didn't recognise them at all. Then he looked at his face. "What?" The Doctor sounded very surprised. He had sort of the same length hair, same colour too, but not the same style. It was kind of flat. "I didn't see you there, I'm the Doct-" The Doctor stopped in mid sentence. "Oh, it's me."

The Surgeon walked in. "Your clothes are over there."

"Oh I don't want them anymore; Bow tie? What was I thinking?" The Doctor considered.

The Doctor walked out of the hospital bare footed.

And there it was, the TARDIS.

"Oh I've missed you!" He sighed with relief. The orange lights of the TARDIS blazed across the Doctor's new face. He walked down a corridor; the TARDIS wardrobe. The Doctor was looking through a large selection of clothes. First was a very long scarf wrapped around a multi-coloured coat; he skipped it with a huff. Then he came across a white shirt and some smart black trousers. "Hmmm..." He thought aloud.

He stood there in his brand new clothes; white worn out trainers, smart black trousers, a blue blazer with a yellow lion symbol on it. A white shirt and a blue tie with yellow stripes on.

Vwooorp! Vwooorp! "No! No! No! No!" The Doctor pelted to the TARDIS console. It shaked crazily sending the Doctor all over the place; for a minute he ended up on the ceiling.