He wasn't coming for me.
After undergoing every painful, and some unpainful test ever able to be imagined by human and non human mind, I decided to put less hope in the Doctor. He could still come right?
Wrong.
The men from the testing room often came in with needles,holographic medic screens, bottles of anesthetic, things to numb certain limbs of my body, all needed for tests. They always seemed very encouraging, and demoting at the same time saying
"You'll feel like such a warrior"
"You won't need the Doctor anymore"
"People will bow down to you"
It scared me what they expected I could do for them. Become the fiercest warrior in the universe? Kill people? That's not something the- nevermind.
My mind was conflicted. One part of me was saying
"Come on, what harm could a bunch of chameleons do?"
And the other part
"They could kill everyone with the energy in you. Including the Doctor"
"He'll be fine. He has probably forgotten all about you"
"Well I certainly can't forget him"
It kept on like this for so long I can't remember if it even stopped. Certainly did pass the time, between awful tests that only seemed to get more painful. I promised myself I wouldn't scream,but after this long it was hard not to.
After pain endurance, which mostly meant shock and pain running through my body, and how much it took before I was in a ball on the floor, whimpering, I stayed curled up, pleading for the Doctor, this test being the hardest one I'd taken.
"Doc-tor, Doct-or p-p-please. I- need y-you" I sobbed. Yet, no one answered. Just the beeps from the ongoing heart monitor.
"The testing will complete in 10-9-8-7..." the automated machine indicating test time was completed for the rest of the day.
I was escorted back to my test hold, and left to sit against the wall in total boredom.
I forced myself not to cry, to hold it together. I knew strength was all I could show right now. I had nothing else.
Dried and wet blood ran down my arms, and I was covered in muck and dirt. I was tired, and sore. I don't think it was possible to look or feel worse.
I knew that soon, I'd be turned into a machine, to be used to fight. To kill
*ZAP* a man appeared. Out of thin air. Teleport? Maybe. He wore a tweed jacket, suspenders, and a bow-tie, which he straightened upon arrival.
He reached up as though looking for something to be on his head. Then, he registered me in the room.
"Oh, hello, I'm The Doctor. Have you got a fez?"
AN: I,m so sorry that I haven't updated! My computer kept deleting my file! Anyway, if you're confused, It's the 11th Doctor, to the rescue!... Maybe