A.N.- Hello readers! I'm sorry that I had to cut my last chapter short, so I'm finishing it now. Since it was cut short, the rated T stuff is in this chapter. So enjoy! I like new chapters, new chapters are cool! R&R.
The Doctor walked down the hallway towards the room he placed the girl in. He was hoping that she was still asleep when he got there. How could I explain this to her, he thought. How would she react? The Doctor had a lot of questions running through his mind at the moment. How did this even happen? How did no one find out for 15 years? Is she full Time Lord? Is she even Time Lord? Who are the parents? Am I one of her parents? The Doctor felt sick on that thought. He doesn't remember much from his past regenerations, but he's pretty sure he would remember THAT. He turned the hallway, and entered the room.
The room was covered with a silver wallpaper with purple flowers on it. It was extremely beautiful and artistic. This must be what her room looks like in her house, The Doctor thought. He looked over at the sleeping girl. Her light brown hair was messed up and knotted. Nobody even cared to take care of it. The Doctor looked in the nightstand beside the bed and found a hair brush. Thanks old girl. The TARDIS liked girls, except for maybe Clara. He gently weaved the brush through the girl's hair, trying not to hurt her. It's better than just sitting here bored, he thought, trying to reassure his masculinity. When he finished, he looked over his masterpiece and smiled. He wished someone was there to tell him how good it was.
Clara, The Doctor though. He felt so bad that he yelled at her, then kicked her out of the TARDIS. Maybe he'll just fly past a couple Wednesdays to see if she forgives him. But that wasn't the top priority, The Doctor had to see what was wrong with this girl and why she was still asleep. But as he looked over to her. He saw orange swirls of light coming out of her skin.
Emily was falling. She has felt like this for a while now, just waiting to hit the bottom and die already. It was pitch black, not even being able to see her hands in front of her. Since she had previously concluded that no one else was around her, she decided it wouldn't be too crazy if she were to talk to herself.
"How long has it been? hours? days? has anybody even noticed I left?" She let of a deep sigh, almost like the sighs she let out after a rough day of school. Could this really compare to a rough day of school.
Emily was going through a lot of emotions at the moment. One of them was confused. How the hell did I get here? Another was angry, where the fuck am I? She was also a little happy, hey at least I don't have to go to gym class. All these emotions and the sick feeling in her stomach from falling made her feel like she was going to faint.
"Or did that already happen?" Emily said out loud. Suddenly, her heart beat got faster, like extremely fast, as if she had two hearts working on overdrive. She looked down and saw her hands glowing a bright orange.
As soon as he saw the energy coming out of her hands, The Doctor bolted from the room. He had to get as far away as her could. Hey, if anything could wake someone up from a coma, it would be a regeneration, he kept running until he entered the control room, where he dubbed himself safe. He stared down the hall and waited for it to start.
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