Stay calm. Calm. Don't freak out—at least, not outwardly.
"Just the Doctor," he replies, his grin crossing the line from "almost manic" and into "completely fucking manic, someone call the cops" territory.
Or maybe that's just the hysteria of realizing I'd been reborn into Doctor Who getting to me.
Don't freak out. Just play it cool.
"Okay, the Doctor," I quip, trying to calm my racing heartbeat.
I'll be fine, I reassure myself. I just have to make it through this adventure—because clearly this is one, if the Doctor's here—and then I'll continue my normal life as if nothing happened.
Assuming I live, of course. Which adventure is this, and how likely am I to die? I muse, and considering how blasé my thought process has suddenly become, I'm almost positive I'm in shock. Which is good, I tell myself, I can work with shock.
It's better than crippling panic, that's for sure.
AN: I know I just posted, but my dad's in the hospital now and I don't know when I'll have the time or motivation to update so I wanted to tell you guys now instead of just ghosting. I haven't gotten a chance to edit this, so I'll try to fix any big issues when I start posting again.
