A/N: So I wasn't liking how the story was going, so i changed it to first person POV, mostly because I'm horrible at third person POV. I've put whose POV it is, but it might get confusing since I'm bad at some people's POV. Please don't yell at me! I kind of screwed up on the last chapter and wanted this to keep on going. I need some ideas, though, and if you suggest them, I'll try to make it work. Enjoy the confusing! :P
Hope's POV
I woke up to the loud blaring of my alarm clock… It was a dream, it was always a dream. Those stories that my mother told me were just that. Stories. I threw myself out of bed to go to work. Back to the old cubicles again, I thought to myself. Sometimes a weekend was never long enough. As I got into my car I sighed. The dreams were becoming more and more common, and I wasn't happy about it. As soon as I got to work I realized that I had left my lunch at home. "Crud…" I muttered to myself before sitting down, now I had to buy something from the soup and salad place across the street. I heard a loud whooshing sound from outside and, because I sat next to a window, looked to see a vanishing police call box. I shook my head and blamed the vision on not having my daily cup of coffee yet. As I walked to the coffee machine, though, I heard a familiar voice, "Oi! Hope! Get me one too, will ya?" I sighed and rolled my eyes responding, "Donna! Will you ever be able to get own cup of coffee?" She looked at me with a smile on her face, "Oi! I can if I want to!" I looked at her fiery red hair with the same curiosity as always, saying, "I cannot get over your hair! You are just so lucky!" She shrugged, "We still on for going to that new bar tonight?" I thought a minute before replying, "Depends. I don't know if I'll have a lot of work tonight or not." She nodded, "We'll see, I guess," she shrugged before grabbing the coffee I unintentionally made her and heading back to her cubicle. By the time lunch rolled around I had almost finished all the papers I was assigned to, meaning that the plans Donna and I had made seem a bit more plausible. As I crossed the street though, I saw a car flying down the road, seeming that it was planning not to stop… and it was coming right towards me. I tried to get out of the way, but by the time the thought had crossed my mind it was too late.
Donna's POV
"Oh my God!" I cried as I saw Hope get hit, taking out my phone as I ran towards her. I noticed that the driver just kept on driving, passing other cars like it was in a hurry. I saw other onlookers take out their phones and some drivers get out of their cars to help, mostly to see how hurt she was. One particular driver caught my attention, however, as she took out a medical kit and stared tending to whatever wounds Hope had before the ambulance got there. I tried to pass through the crowd, letting it part as I said that I was her friend/ coworker and that I wanted to know if she was alright. I got to her to see her unconscious, and her clothes stained with blood. "W-what happened?" I asked as I stared in shock at the situation in front of me. The doctor looked up and hastily responded, "I'm Dr. Martha Jones, are you a friend of hers?" Still shaking I gasped, "Y-yeah. Why?" Martha looked worried, "Well, she got hit by a car going, roughly, thirty to forty miles per hour, causing her to sustain some major injuries, mostly to her head and chest, she might also have some broken bones, some being broken ribs, and I've had to tend to some nasty cuts as it is. But, unfortunately, we won't know the full extent of the damage until we get her to the hospital." I almost fell backwards at the news, luckily, I could lean on a car to regain my balance and composure. "Is she going to be alright?" Martha looked at me sadly, "I'm sorry, I really don't know yet." I was going to yell at her before I heard the wailing of the ambulance coming closer. I tried to tell myself that she was going to be fine but I couldn't bring myself to believe it. I knew she always looked before she crossed the street, I watched her do it every time she walked across the street to the parking garage after work. I was just staring, nevertheless, as she was taken to the nearest hospital in the ambulance. I knew I couldn't have done anything about it, but I felt like I could have.
Clara's POV
I walked out of the TARDIS into a… hospital. "Again?!" I whined. This had been the third time today that he had gotten the coordinates for the house wrong, and I was getting tired of it. "What?" He asked, not looking confused at all. I huffed, "We're in a hospital!" He shrugged, answering, "An old friend of mine wanted me check on somebody for her, I hope I got the time right… but she had to help somebody that got hit by a car, and she helped her until the ambulance came." I rolled my eyes, "But don't we need to be family or friends to visit?" He nodded, replying casually, "My friend works for UNIT, I'm sure we can visit." I stared at him suspiciously, "And who might this 'friend' be?" He glared at me before saying, "An old friend of mine, are you jealous?" I scowled back at him, "Maybe, but why should you care?" He ignored me before replying, "We really shouldn't be fighting Clara, it's not worth it…" I accepted, "Yeah, sorry." As we walked up to the counter, I always had to be the one to talk or he would screw it up. "Hello, I'm Clara Oswald, my friend and I have come to see how our friend-," The Doctor showed me his message, "Hope Thrasher, is doing." The receptionist smiled responding, "Oh! Than that must mean your friend there is Dr. John Smith!" I looked to him, it was his turn to talk now.
The Doctor's POV
I was confused until I remembered that 'John Smith' was the fake name I always used, "Oh! Yes, um, of course…." I glanced at Clara before continuing, "How is she doing?" The receptionist motioned for us to follow her, "Well, she just got out of surgery and had some broken bones, some damage to her skull, and some cuts and broken ribs, but she's alive, which is a lot to say, considering that she should have died at impact, as the damage almost caused a coma during surgery. Right now she's asleep, and probably will be for a few days, but you're welcome to see her if you'd like." Clara and I looked into the room that she had led us to and walked inside. On the hospital bed rested a young woman, maybe twenty-three or twenty-four, with auburn hair and amber eyes. She had her eyes open but had a blank expression on her face and was staring at the ceiling. I was just able to stare, as it was very rare to have auburn hair AND amber eyes, at least I think it was, it might not have been. Yet it was the part about how she shouldn't have survived that really caught my attention. Eventually it was just Clara, Hope, and I in the room, so I took out my sonic. But as I started to try and scan her she woke up. She grabbed my screwdriver and glared at me, her eyes looking like they were on fire, growling, "Don't. You. Dare."
A/N: Plot twist! MUHAHAHAHA! Evilness! Please review, follow, and/or favorite! Thanks for reading! See you next chapter! (I have had so much pressure to make this story better that I have been losing wayyyyyy too much sleep, so you better be nice about this!) Oh! And sorry if the label that tells you who's POV it is isn't centered, I can't tell when I type it.