Chapter 13
a/n promised neverland reference go brr
The elbows were weird. It was really bothering him. You know what else was bothering him? The lack of Oreos in the sick bay. So he fell out of bed and rolled to the metal door. It hurt. He started giggling.
"Do you have any shoes? I want shoes. Where are the shoooooeeeeee?" he started silently sobbing. On his face, on the floor of the sick bay. His? Maybe. He'd have to wait and see. It was a nice tasting feeling.
The door slid up, and his dad walked in. "Oh, dear. This is the third time, Greyn. Stay in bed. Please."
"But shoeeessss,"
"No. No shoes for you."
"Soup?"
"No, no soup for you either."
"YOU SAID THE THING, ISABELLA!"
"Isabella? I'm not Isabella. I don't know anyone named Isabella. Is that your mom?"
"MOM? Mom's coming? Guys, quick, cut off your ears! They're trackers!" Greyn gasped dramatically and tugged at his ear.
The Doctor picked him up and placed him back in bed. "Stay."
"Well, thanks for asking politely. That's very kind of you." and then he promptly fell dead asleep.
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Donna poured out 2 cups of tea. "Again? Donna, you've been making tea for the past 2 hours." The Doctor still drank it, though.
"I know, I just can't stop worrying about the poor thing."
"He's doing fine. Everything's going fine. But it'd be more fine if I didn't also have to deal with a sleep deprived Donna."
"Well then, I'll be taking that, if you don't like my tea so much." She took his mug and walked off.
"Donnaaaaa," he complained.
"OREOS!" Greyn screamed as he skidded into the kitchen and grabbed a head of lettuce.