Hello fellow whovians- this is my re-edited version of the story!
There's gonna be more chapters, so the title will become clear.
Anywayz, please leave a review and tell me what you think!
The TARDIS suddenly lurched violently again, throwing the Doctor off his feet. He frantically scrambled towards the controls, then proceeded to press everybutton in sight, his hands whizzing over the panels. The TARDIS let out an eerie groan and the control room shook again. " what's happing to you, eh?" the Doctor murmered after re-gaining his footing once again. Abruptly, all was silent; the room stopped shuddering and the terrible grinding sounds had stopped. The Doctor hesitantly stepped back from the the control pannel, his eyes scanning for any damage. He barely even had chance to register what was happening as all at once the TARDIS flung him straight into the huge metal struts decorating the side of the room. He felt a searing pain in his head, before the world swirled into darkness.
"Darling, don't be frightened- the doctors are well trained, and they've done this many times before!" Maria gazed up into her mother's eyes. They appeared to be concerned and caring, but Maria could see the oddly flat quality to her mothers expression- she was only acting. Beneath the thin layer of apparent interest for her daughters health, there was nothing... no emotion at all.
"I don't want to have the operation." Maria mumbled under her breath, knowing it was hopeless.
Her mother bit her lip. "I know your scared sweetie, but you have to be brave. After all, you're a big girl now!" She tried to smile encouragingly, but it looked more to Maria like the smile on a porcelain doll. "You need this operation. If you don't have it, you will get more and more poorly, sweetheart, and I don't want that to happen."
Maria stared into her mother's face. To the casual observer it seemed like she was heart broken over her daughter's illness. But Maria knew the truth. Beneath the affectionate mask lay an ocean of wasn't that her mother disliked her, she just...didn't care. Her mother was a famous actor, and had no time for petty mundane matters, like her daughter. Maria always noticed that she never referred to herself as her mother- when talking to her or to reporters and chat show hosts. She never really spent much time with her either- only a few visits out for a publicity stunt, or the rare occasion she felt guilty for neglecting her. Her mother certainly appeared fond of her in order to charm the papparatzi, but underneath the lies and false affections there was nothing. She just wasn't interested in her daughter.
Maria sighed resignedly, and tears welled up in her eyes. She looked pleadingly at her mother, who smiled encouragingly then looked up at the doctors.
"If she's okay with having the operation, then we can head over to theatre right now" The doctors glanced at Maria. She gazed back, and hesitantly nodded her head.
"Excellent" The doctor bared his teeth, then handed Maria the ridiculous paper gown that hospitals were famous for. She looked at it with distaste. To her, it screamed sterile rooms, illness and needles. She quickly changed, then followed the doctors to theatre. She grimaced as the needle slid into the back of her hand. "We're giving you the anaesthetic now. You'll feel a bit dizzy for a few seconds, but then the anaesthetic will kick in, and you'll be asleep"
Maria didn't hear the doctor's words. She was looking at her mother, who was walking back along the ward with her phone to her ear. None of the doctors noticed the tear that slid down Maria's cheeks as she slowly drifted into unconsciousness.
Done. Thoughts? Reviews gain you my eternal gratitude. Also i know it's short; my attention span and amount of free time isn't currently allowing for long chapters. Ciao! :)