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The Doctor abruptly awoke. His eyes darted throughout the room, absorbing all information present. A small lamp is seen hanging from the center of the ceiling. He found himself lying on a comfy white bed. A baby blue blanket covered all of his body below the hearts. The entirety of the room was white; no other color was present other than the red of the Doctor's bowtie and the blue of the blanket. He rotated his neck to the side. An advanced computer lay on a desk adjacent to the bed. The Doctor took a brief glance at the screen.
Confusion spread throughout his thoughts, he could not comprehend the language shown. After a moment's thought, he decided not to become concerned over the matter. His first priority is to exit the building and locate the TARDIS. He attempted to raise his arm, only to find it paralyzed. Inspecting the blanket with closer detail, he noticed that the sheet laid over him was restricting his limbs from moving. He tried shouting for help, but after a few moments he was certain the walls were soundproof.
His hypothesis was proven wrong as he heard two pairs of feet walking just outside the door. "Yes, this is our most recent visitor. We do not know his name." The female voice trailed off in the opposite direction. Meanwhile the Doctor was trying anything to get attention, yet the only movement he could accomplish was raising his head. Looking back to the computer, he noticed that the symbols on the screen were replaced. Even concentrating on a single word, the Doctor couldn't grasp the meaning.
The doors burst open. A worried female in a white nurse's outfit entered the room. A quick look at the Doctor told her that systems were running fine. She looked extremely relieved to see her patient alive and well. Her appearance was that of a human, but skin unnaturally pale, and her hair very blond. Without missing a beat, she turned and walked out the door. "Hey, wait!" The Doctor yelled. Hesitant, the woman turned to face the Doctor. He took this opportunity to question her. Only for a moment did he have to think before an obvious question occurred to him. "What language is this writing?" He didn't expect to receive an understandable answer, as it won't translate, but he was wondering how the creatures of this world spoke.
Surprisingly, the nurse answered "We are not sure. We are using the excess brain power of our patients to unlock the code." She talked with a smooth flowing voice, like that of an angel. With the white wings on her back, she appeared as one.
'What you mean by 'code'? What code?" The Doctor quickly asked.
"Well, I'm not sure." The tone of uncertainty was clear in her voice.
"Are you telling me that you don't bother to question what they're doing?" His expression changed to one of an irritated man.
"There is no need to question a perfect system." She calmly answered. The Doctor became enraged.
"How do you know it's perfect if no one questions it?" Silence filled the room. The Doctor patiently waited for a response. Her nervous shifting feet were the only response acquired. The Doctor thought about provoking her to answer, but decided that escaping is of more significance.
"Can you remove this blanket?" He hoped her peaceful mind would excuse him from behaving unpleasantly earlier.
"No." She answered. His hope has vanished instantly.
"What? Why not?"
"You have not yet fully healed." With saying this, she turned on her heel and starting moving for the exit.
"Wait! No! I am healed! I can prove it! I heal quicker than many species!" The Doctor hastily explained. He outstretched his head as far as it could reach, trying to get a clear view of his nurse as she walked away. She suddenly stopped walking.
"No. You are not healed." Authority was clear in her vibrant voice. "You will rest." The Doctor rolled his eyes. He decided to settle on a different approach.
"What's your name?" He asked with genuine curiosity.
"Lyra." She firmly replied.
"Beautiful name. I'm the Doctor. Answer me one last question." The woman remained unchanged. "Please." He added. She sighed, turned, and once again faced the Doctor.
"One question."
The Doctor thanked her. He laid his head down and inhaled. "Did you happen to see a blue police box?" His friend could be anywhere on this world, and that thought worried him to no end.
"Sorry, I didn't see a TARDIS around here." She brushed her hair to the side. "Now if you excuse me, I have more work to do." The Doctor smiled as she moved farther away.
"I said blue box, not TARDIS." He shouted the words into the hall. The lady froze, obviously aware of her mistake. She caught her breath, and tapped her foot.
"Lucky guess." She said with false confidence. The Doctor eyed her, looking for any signs of hesitation, or any indication that she was lying. He noticed that her wings were incredibly stiff. "I am good at guessing games. A simple trick" She uncomfortably chucked, giving an artificial smile while doing so.
"No one guesses that a blue box is a spaceship." He finally said. "They ask why a madman is inside the box." His grin grew weak. "There is something you are not telling me, or maybe you're afraid to tell me." The Doctor sighed. "I can help. If you're afraid, I can help. Simply release me, and I will help." Lyra shifted her weight on one foot. She examined the Doctor for a moment, and began walking towards him. She quietly took the blanket off of the man. The Doctor raised his body so that he was sitting on the bed. He stretched his arms, and then jumped off in order to stretch his legs. He beamed at the woman who freed him.
"Well Lyra, how do we get out of here?" He spread his arms to the side of himself, trying to exaggerate the room around them.
"Follow me." She simply said.