TV Shows » Doctor Who » The Universal Traveler
Author: CupKate Sweets
1. The Beginning 2. Ellie 3. This Rotting World 4. My Memories Are They Still Here? 5. The Travel
Rated: T - English - Romance/Adventure - Reviews: 6 - Published: 03-03-15 - Updated: 01-06-16
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I guess I left off on a cliffhanger, didn't I? Well, no matter. I love cliffhangers! It keeps the reader on their toes!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Doctor Who, if I did, I would marry the Doctor and not River. Also, if this makes you think that I hate River, I DO NOT! She is awesome and badass, I am just jealous.
Chapter 2: Ellie
I opened my eyes to painfully bright fluorescent light bulbs. Closing them quickly, my eyes scrunched in pain. Just like yesterday, all of my memories flooded to me. They came in waves, crashing down on me.
What happened?
I can distinctly smell the scent of oversaturated bleach and the smell of death. The familiar, overpowering scent of iodoform, a compound of carbon, hydrogen, and iodine, filled my nostrils. It is the disinfectant that hospitals use that stinks like death and disease. The hospital I work at uses the same disinfectant. Most others have switched over to cetrimide. Didn't I attend a meeting that was about switching over to cetrimide? I'm all for cetrimide, it doesn't smell as bad. This time, I slowly opened my eyes to the light of the room. Taking in my surroundings, I sat up. The bed is comfortable, but the sheets are obviously not. The sheets, made of a scratchy cotton were very uncomfortable, they were bleached white and smelled of the hospital. The room is small, no larger than the size of a classroom of a small school, there is a drawback cream colored curtain separating me from the bed next to mine, of which I can see is pulled back, showing that the room is empty, and the walls are a smooth, light blue color. The floors are tiled in a tan color, decorating the room as the sign of peace and serenity. Judging from the appearance of the room, I was expecting that it was in a head injury wing, it seemed like a room for a confused person. All hospitals have to set the scene of one special wing for those with head injuries due to the fact that they need to be as calm as possible upon awakening so that they may recall an accident or even their whole life. These rooms have all of the colors of a "calm" hospital room. These "calm" rooms are usually for people with mild to serious head injuries.
Question is, why am I here? Thinking this, I looked over to my right. Right there was the Doctor. Not a hospital doctor, no, that would be less terrifying. It was THE DOCTOR. As a matter of fact, it is the eleventh Doctor. He's holding my hand, sleeping in the hospital chair. What the hell is going on? Is this another dream?
Is this a dream? Or is it… real?
I opened my eyes to painfully bright fluorescent light bulbs. Closing them quickly, I scrunched my eyebrows in pain. Just like yesterday, all of my memories flooded to me. They came in waves, crashing down on me.
Seriously, what happened?
I can distinctly smell the scent of oversaturated bleach and the smell of death. The familiar, overpowering scent of iodoform, a compound of carbon, hydrogen, and iodine, filled my nostrils. It is the disinfectant that hospitals use that stinks like death and disease. The hospital I work at uses the same disinfectant. Most others have switched over to cetrimide. Didn't I attend a meeting that was about switching over to cetrimide? I'm all for cetrimide, it doesn't smell as bad. This time, I slowly opened my eyes to the light of the room. Taking in my surroundings, I sat up. The bed is comfortable, but the sheets are obviously not. The sheets, made of a scratchy cotton and very uncomfortable, were bleached white and smelled of the hospital. The room is small, no larger than the size of a classroom of a small school, and the walls are a smooth, light blue color. The floors are tiled in a tan color, decorating the room as the sign of peace and serenity. Judging from the appearance of the room, I was expecting that it was for a confused person. It has all of the colors of a "calm" hospital room. These "calm" rooms are usually for people with mild to serious head injuries.
Question is, why am I here? This feels like some major deja vu! Thinking this, I looked over to my right. Right there, this time, was Autumn. But not just Autumn, Ash and Colin were there too. This time, it wasn't THE DOCTOR. And especially not a sleeping eleventh one holding my hand.
I now know what the hell is going on. And it most definitely isn't a dream… Or so I think.
"Oh! Thank god! I thought that you were dead!" Autumn screamed at me, holding my face between her hands and lightly slapping me to full awareness. Making her figure come in as a haze at first and quickly sharpen until I saw her worried and horrified face. Slowly and surely, I could make out her charcoal grey suit with matching shoes and her hair, of which was in a bun, showing her honey-colored highlights in perfect stripes. Looking around, I saw Ash sitting on the bed next to mine, with both denim covered legs and bare arms crossed, blowing a bright pink bubble out of her mouth with her gum. Noticing my state of awareness, she shifted her arms to plant on the sides of the bed after fixing her rose colored, lacy shirt gone awry and pulling on her purple tank top. Slowly, she started circling her ankles in a stretch, showing her elegant purple heels. Finishing the stretch, she then flicked her hair back, trying to compose herself, she then gave Colin a look that screamed that she was worried about me, even if she would never speak of it aloud. Colin gave a slow and sure nod, his short, black hair swaying with the motion, refocusing my eyes, I could see that he was dressed in a plain white button down and khaki colored jeans. Looking at him, I smiled, he and Autumn are truly perfect for each other. Slowly he looked at me, his brown eyes following mine to Autumn as well, making me smile even more. Though, there was a question in my head… how did I get here?
"What happened?" I asked, confused as to why I am in a hospital in the first place.
"You see, I was chasing you because you said something that I didn't like and you fell down the stairs after I "tagged" you, I'm sorry," Autumn said, with a sad expression on her face.
"It's fine, let's go home," I said, sighing. Looking out of the corner of my eye, I saw someone come into the room with a cross stance.
"NO! You have hit your head quite hard, even though it is minor head trauma, you know what may happen," My boss Tom, who just walked in said. Tom has flat, light brown hair, a strong build, calm, calculating green eyes and a stern look on his face. Focusing my eyes,I could see that he's dressed in his usual work attire, a dark navy suit with a white undershirt.
"Tom? Why are you here?" I asked him, concern in my eyes.
"Because I'm giving you time off, we will have our meeting when you get better," Thomas said, his emerald eyes slightly squinting with a smile evident on his face.
"Fine," I said, puffing out my cheeks in exaggeration then, failing at keeping my cool collected front, I started laughing.
"I have rescheduled our meeting for next week. It is just a minor head injury," Tom said, leaving the room behind with only a vase of flowers in his wake. Gerbera daisies, the get-well-soon flower.Typical Tom, I thought as I remembered his knowledge of flowers due to Ellie.
He left flowers… just like that day. The day I wish I didn't remember, but I did. Chrysanthemums flooded my mind as I thought of that day. That day when his wife, Elaine, died left him in a wake of sadness and depression. Not only him, but I as well. Elaine was one of my best friends. Elaine left behind not only her best friends, but her husband and son, Eliot, behind as well. I remember the last days of her life so crystal clearly that it is like it just happened yesterday.
"Kitten!" I could faintly hear as I drifted into a flashback. "Kitten!" her voice was like honey, so soft and smooth that day. A pang of pain filled my chest as I drifted off into sleep. The flashback becoming dream, or the dream becoming flashback, I didn't know anymore. Nor did it matter.
"Ellie? Where are you?" I asked her, foolish me not knowing what was going to happen when I turn my back.
"Ellie, why are we even playing this game? It's like, for six year olds!" I said exasperated that day from constantly running around to keep Eliot, Elaine's three year old son, entertained, who was now sound asleep.
"Because! It's fun!" She said with a smile, unbeknowing her upcoming doom.
"Oh. Yeah. That was it, wasn't it?" I said with a smile on my face that day, not knowing the sadness that would overcome me if I played this game.
"Okay! You count, I'll hide!" Elaine said with a wide grin plastered across her face. A smile that I would never see again.
"Let me evaluate first!" I said, observing where Ellie had taken me to to play this game, she had blindfolded me beforehand, but foolish me trusting that the places that she chooses are safe. That day, I looked around, and I recognised the place immediately. It was her late parents' house. Quite like my house, it was a victorian mansion, after all, we were childhood friends with insolent rich parents. The wood that garnished the house was mahogany, the walls were painted a deep purple and a silver chandelier hung from the ceiling. Mahogany stairs carpeted in a thin, rich blood red carpet led to the upstairs right in front of the door and off to both sides were two very long hallways. The room I was in currently also had beautiful paintings in it, encased in a pure gold frame. Everything was dusty. It's been abandoned for about four years. This was evident and even shown in the spiderwebs on the golden chandelier and broken mahogany stair rail, but then, I felt like I was being watched. But foolish me always going against my instincts brushed it off. I then looked over at Elaine, her bright blonde hair shone through the darkness of the manor and her eyes lit up when she looked at the place. Her thin lips smiled at me with sincerity and her thin, delicate frame waltzed over to the stairs.
"The place is so dirty it is driving me into a OCD frenzy, Ellie!" I said exasperated.
"Come on, Kitten, just one game, pleeeeease?" Ellie looked at me with a pout that made me think, why not, when I shouldn'tve. When I shouldn't allow her to be in the place that she was. That wretched place of death and destruction.
"Oh, alright, but you better buy me lunch afterwards!" I said, turning my back on her and walking to the wall. Turning around, I stared at the wall and counted to fifty.
"34, 35, 36, 37-" I was then cut off by a scream and a crashing sound of someone falling down the stairs.
"Eh-Ellie!" I yelled
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~CupKate Sweets!