The Real World
Rose woke up in a sweat, as she usually did. Slowly, her awareness came around. The sheets were scratchy, her pyjamas…
Rose sat bold upright. She wasn't wearing her pyjamas; she was wearing a pair of hospital scrubs.
Confused, she looked around her.
The room was scarce, simply the bed she was in and a plastic chair. Behind her, sunlight streamed through the blinds of the window. Rose stood and widened the gap between two of the slats of the blinds to look outside. She could see nothing, only a red brick wall.
Rose forced herself to be calm. Wherever she was, it wasn't Torchwood.
She turned to the door. Through the window, she could see a long corridor; she banged against the door, desperate.
She stopped, glancing at her wrist. She is wearing a plastic medical bracelet; she almost read it when the door opened.
A man in a suit and a female nurse entered. Rose backed away, wary of the strangers.
'Good morning, Miss Tyler. I'm Doctor Adam Fletcher.
'Where am I?' Rose demanded.
'You're in the Acute Care Unit of St Joseph's Health Care.' Fletcher replied.
Rose blinked rapidly as she recognized the name.
'St Joseph's, that's, um, that's a psychiatric hospital.' She remembered.
Fletcher nodded. 'Outside London, yes.'
'I was just in London.' Rose said. 'I just had a meeting with the President.'
'Of America?' Fletcher asked.
Rose shook her head. 'No, Great Brittan.'
Fletcher breathed slowly, composing his thoughts. 'Great Brittan never had a President.'
Rose's heart skipped a beat. 'I'm back?' She said, elated. 'When did I get back?'
'To where?' Fletcher asked.
'To Earth.'
Fletcher smiled sympathetically.
'Miss Tyler, you never left.'
I know, its short, but hang in there! This is heavily based on the Stargate: Atlantis episode, The Real World, but dont go look it up, just enjoy my spin on it! It's also inspired by I've Lost My Profile Page's oneshot in her What If story, kinda. I just had a plot bunny and ran with it. Please review!