Before Rose
-NobleWriterofWho
Author's note: Sorry for how long this took. I have wrote it a long time ago just didn't put it up. Better late than never. This chapter is tamer than the last, but still use your own judgment. Thanks again!
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who.
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Chapter 3: Lost
The Doctor jerked awake. He tried to sit up fighting a wave of dizziness. Something pulled at his arm. Through his blurry vision he saw an IV stuck in gaped at it. This wasn't right he was supposed to be...
"Dead," he whispered to himself.
Breathing deeply it dawned on him where he was. A hospital room. They all smell the same; sickness and death covered up by an overwhelming amount of chemicals. He hated hospitals. He called himself the Doctor but he's still hated them. Shakily he glanced his wrist. It was bandaged as well as part of his hand. Still, the aspirin should have killed him. Unless they-no they couldn't have. He tore at the bandage angrily. He couldn't even die properly! He was getting somewhere with his bandage somehow despite his weakened state when a hand gently pulled his away and to his chest.
"Easy there, sir," the woman said.
She was a humanoid with gray fur, floppy ears, and a...well, she really rather resembled what human called a rabbit in humanoid form. He had never met any of her kind before. Where was he anyway? Blinking he realized she had been talking to him all this time
"-don't want to be strapped down now do we."
He stiffened. "Strapped down! Now why would you do that?"
"We didn't fix you up just so you could hurt yourself again. All necessary measures will be taken to ensure you are in danger to yourself or anyone else while you're here recovering," she said calmly looking at him with eyes far too kind. "Don't you worry about that just yet. Focus on getting yourself better. Your condition is stable. That's what's important now."
He shook his head vigorously. "What did you do to me? How did you even-" He stopped his voice trembling.
"Pulmonary and cerebral embolism caused by what we presumed was something you ingested. There wasn't time to be sure. That's the way a lot of people do it. To put it simply, we found your stomach. And fixed your wrist up obviously."
"Obviously," the Doctor echoed shocked.
The TARDIS must have landed in here so they could find him. She was saying something about it being a miracle he had survived. It wasn't; was the universe spitting in his face. What was it trying to tell him? He had been trying to do the right thing. At least he thought it had been. The universe wanted him to suffer. Maybe that was it. He deserved to live with his guilt as the sole survivor of his race. Was that his punishment? Living. He cleared his thoughts.
"Well, thanks! What was it, Nurse?"
"Doctor," she corrected with a smile. Dr. Cara Valter."
"Of course. I'll be going now," he said plastering a grin on his face and peeling the covers off. He didn't get far.
"You're not going anywhere. You're far from fine. We care about our patients physical and mental well-being here at Yaran Heights. You tried to take your own life. Until you are no longer a danger to yourself or others you are not permitted to leave. Now, is there anyone I can contact for you. Anyone who needs to know about your whereabouts?"
The Doctor ignored her questions bristling. "You can't keep me here."
She smirked. "Watch us."
He shook his head. He managed to swing his feet to the floor. Another wave of dizziness passed over him. He stood almost falling but writing himself just in time.
"Sir, please stop. Do I need to call security?"
He brushed past her. Not to the door but the window by his bed. Where was he? He looked outside expecting to see a vast city. Instead it looked like the countryside. Rolling hills dotted with a few trees. The grass was...red. Just like-
He screeched. Covering his face he backed away from the sight so quickly he started to fall. Dr. Valter caught him. She was surprisingly strong for her size. She lifted him back into his bed.
"Where am I?" he sputtered, his eyes wide.
"Yaran Heights as I said before, sir."
"No, what planet?" he said his voice rising.
Her face lit up with understanding now. "You're on Edona 4."
Edona 4. He's never heard of it. However, the universe was a big place. Plenty of places he'd never been. None that he wanted to go to. Not anymore, all he really wanted...
"Century? What century?" he asked.
She looked very confused tilting her head but still answered.
"68th, sir."
He nodded. Good. Well, not compared to the end of the last but relatively. He sat back taking this all in. It explained the advanced medical practice. Focusing on the physical as well as mental health of the patient was unheard of in early times. This was an advanced civilization. And he could tell from the way she spoke, the pride in her voice, this place was a fine medical establishment equipped for dealing with people like him. No, not like him. In mental distress. Not that he was, well he's supposed to was. It was person perfectly reasonable considering everything. Unlike their other patients he had every reason to end it. He was so tired.
And this day he had no hope of escaping. And all appearances he had to pretend to get better until he was well enough to think of a clever plan. There was time. He get a second chance and this time do it properly. What an idiot he had been but he could fix this! He sat back in the bed resting his head on the pillow. Dr. Valter smiled at him liking his sudden change in mood. She turned to leave but then turn back to him with a frown.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I never got your name..."
It wasn't one he wanted or even liked at the moment, but it was the only one he had. Everything inside him screens that he wasn't but what else could he say.
"I'm the Doctor."
