Tada! Second chapter! Let me know what you think of this one.
"Budge up a bit, then," Martha said and the Doctor scooted farther to the left of the small bed. Martha moved more on the bed, lined up next to him. "Sorry. Not much room. Us two here, same bed. Tongues will wag."
He knew what she was insinuating, but he decided to ignore it. He cut her off before she could go any further. "There's such a thing as psychic energy, but a human couldn't channel it like that, not without a generator the size of Taunton and I would've spotted that. No."
He turned on his side to face Martha. She looked down at him. "There's something I'm missing, Martha." She mimicked his action and turned on her side as well. "Something really close, staring me right in the face, and I can't see it," he whispered. He stared into her eyes as she did the same to him.
What was it that he was missing? Whatever it was, he was overlooking it and something bad was going to happen if he didn't figure it out and soon. Where could it possibly be hiding? "Rose would know," he said suddenly as he looked away.
He hadn't meant to say it, as it hurt to remember that she was not with him now. But he couldn't help but think that it was true. "That friend of mine – Rose. Right now, she'd say exactly the right thing." And of course she would. She was brilliant. But she was gone. He needed her so much and she wasn't here. Why wasn't she here?
His eyes flicked back to Martha's for a moment. In her eyes, he could tell that she was uncomfortable. He decided now was the time for a change of subject. "Still!" He exclaimed rather loudly and abruptly. He flipped over to lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. "Can't be helped. You're a novice, never mind." He knew that he practically insulted her, but it didn't matter. She wasn't going to stay for long. "Take you back hometomorrow." He added.
She didn't seem too pleased at that as she sarcastically exclaimed, saying, "Great!" Martha rolled over and blew out the candle with a puff.
They laid in silence for several minutes until the Doctor could hear her snoring. He wasn't tired in the least, so he used this time of silence to think. He knew that he wasn't treating Martha very well. She was brilliant, but she wasn't as good as she could be. She concentrated too much on the unimportant things. And the most prominent thing was that she kept flirting with him even when he thought that he couldn't have been more obvious with telling her off.
Rose wasn't like that. She didn't chase him or corner him. She didn't even tell him how she felt until the literally very last minute. And he wished that he could've finished what he was going to say. She deserved to know. He felt such a fool for not telling her earlier. He was always thinking that it was for the best. He was just going to lose her anyway, he always told himself. But he couldn't have been more unprepared for her loss. He should've told her and now it was too late. They never got to enjoy a life together like that.
He admonished himself in his mind for thinking of Rose again. It was only causing him grief; he was just poking the sore because it was there and he couldn't help it. This wound was so raw and it throbbed and ached. But still he wouldn't give it up for the world. Any world. This pain was because he had lost something precious. Which meant that he had something precious at all. And that was worth so much more than any medicine can give.
I was wondering if this chapter was too similar to the last one. I want each of these to be different and certainly not monotonous. If it does sound monotonous, let me know and I'll try to stop those little things that I do.
Do you think that the way he thought of her was believable? As the author, I'm not totally aware when I've messed up the character. And that's what you guys are for! So tell me what you think of it all. It helps build my skills (or my ego). I love you all!