Chapter 8
"Hannah!" He shouted as he raced towards her. She was injured and could hardly pull herself along the ground. The Doctor jumped down at her side. "Are you alright?" he asked, cradling her like a baby in his arms. She had a nasty gash on her forehead and blood down her once clean turquoise shirt, but there was something else wrong with her, something hidden. Hannah looked up into his eyes. They were sad, but not as much as hers. Bradley sat next to her. He could tell that something was wrong and knew he should point it out but didn't.
"I gave them a chance" said Hannah. "They killed Chloe but I still gave them a chance." The Doctor could tell she was hiding something, so he whipped out his sonic screwdriver. He scanned her body with it, then checked the readings. Only now, could he see the full extent of the damage. He held a hand up to his face and rubbed it.
"This isn't good" he said. He was getting angry now and Hannah could sense it. The Doctor wasn't angry at her, her was angry at the results from his sonic screwdriver. Bradley could tell it was bad, so didn't bother asking if it was. The Doctor stopped cradling her and jumped up. He paced up and down, thinking. Hannah watched him do so.
"Doctor, just...tell...me. I...need...to know." She stuttered. The Doctor looked down at her, then crouched at her side. "Did a Cyberman shoot at you?" He asked. She nodded.
"I tried...tried to...get out of the way, but...I couldn't. A beam...fell on me. It felt as though... I was paralysed. I remember seeing movement." She said.
"A Cyberman survived?" He asked. Before she could answer him, out of the smoke stomped, a badly damaged, Cyberman.