Hello everyone, I have been re watching Doctor Who and decided to write a story about the Eleventh incarnation of the Doctor and some of his troubles in space. This story contains issues and scenes that are graphic in nature and could be a trigger for some. This includes eating disorders, self-harm and abuse so please take these into mind when reading. Thank you all,
Levi H.
"Not all that glitters is gold and not all who wander are lost" ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
CHAPTER I
There was a wheezing shuddering noise that seemed very out of place on a small street that was being pounded with rain. An object seemed to be flickering in and out of vision like a hallucination or old television screen that went in and out of focus. With a final clang a small figure was almost gently placed on the pavement before the blue blur faded out of sight permanently. The thunder and lightning that streaked the sky was so cankerous and bright that most would hardly notice the arrival of the new prone figure. However there was someone entering the building and they rushed forward when they notice the person out of place.
In a room in almost total darkness a loud ringing noise interrupted the loud drone of the storm outside. There was one more reverberating ring before a pale hand grabbed the rectangular device and pulled it under a pile of linen covers. "S57, what is the situation?" inquired a tired raspy voice. A fast and high pitched voiced was muffled by soft fabric but at the end of the tirade of words a figure quickly shot up pulling the sheets asunder. "Alright I am on my way now, stay on the line, I will need basic information on the way to the brink" another pause, followed by another response from the other end of the line. "Soon as possible" articulated the figure, tossing the device on the mattress, they rushed to a closet and pulled out a one piece outfit, striped and put on the formerly selected article of clothes. A thick jacket was quickly buttoned and a helmet placed on top of S57's head. They placed the communication device in a slot next to their ear in the helmet. All of this was done in the near darkness meaning they knew the routine well. It was also done quickly, once done they were out the door and down the long lone stairwell at the end of the hall. Outside rain was pouring down like a monsoon but this did not stop the figure from mounting a motorcycle like device and rushing down the empty street. "Back on Flix, tell me everything you know."
The white hall way was incredibly barren in appearance, with walls ceiling and floor glistening in a sterilized manner. A human might say "You could eat off that floor!" However to contrast the minimalist nature of the hallway there was an incredible amount of movement, a constant stream of people running around in what appeared chaos. The mayhem was in fact not chaos as S57 joined the fray maneuvering between bodies until they found the one still figure in the churning of bodies. "Flix, you said the patient had two hearts but they were not from Unu? Did you triple check?" S57 inquired pulling Flix behind them and down the hall. "I did not triple check, I quadruple checked, beside they look human, but their not" replied Flix with a smooth and low baritone. Hesitating for a moment the second figure stated "I do not think I have ever seen the species before." This statement caused the first figure to stop in their fast tread and turn around with a shocked look on their face. "Kii?" they asked. ""Kii" Flix replied. Turning once more S57 ran down the hall again with their friend surrounded by others as they stood still once more. Finding room IXXVL they took a deep breath then pushed open the door.
In an antithesis to the clamor outside this room was dark yet filled with a warm yellow glow and the sound of the rain and thunder outside filling the small rectangular room. There was a bed placed near a side wall next to the windows showing the storm raging on. In the bed there was one stark sheet there with a lone figure, whose chest could barely be seen rising and falling in the dark. Grabbing the note pad attached to the dark wood of the bed frame looking over the information of the patient all was neat and clear. The details of multiple injuries marked with black pen. Looking back to the center of the mattress a dark stain of red was seeping out from the patient. It became apparent that whoever this man was had soiled the sheets, the acrid scent of vomit, urine and blood tinged the air. Pushing a button two more people entered the room quickly moving the figure on the bed changed the sheets quickly and then placed the man back on top of the covers. He now did not have the privacy of the sheet S57 could see the beginning of sharp hip bones plunging into the pants that gave the patient his decency. That however was not the most important issue at the moment. With another heave S57 pulled on a pair of gloves and began her work.
On the man's stomach there were three deep stab wounds which the girl disinfected with a swab of cotton and an alcohol like substance that stung the nose. With steady hands the skin was then restricted by hand with a needle and thread. Turning the man over on his back there were a crossing of lacerations that covered the once pale skin. There were too many to stitch up so with determination they cleaned the wounds, turning the man over again as gently as possible to check for broken bones. There were multiple that oddly stuck out of place, mainly the collar bone and a few ribs. This was to be no easy night so S57 readied their self for the next few hours.
The Doctor could feel every bone of his body pulling him down onto a soft surface that seemed to be pulling him under. 'Feeling' thought the Doctor to himself; it was the only word his muddled brain could make out apart from the pain that coursed through him. He wondered if it was possible to even move at this point. To see he moved his pointer finger just a nanometer to the right. With this step taken he next questioned if he could whether he could open his eyelids, just slightly, or perhaps he was permanently blind as his more cynical brain had suggested. He tried once and nothing, then again, this time he could feel his thick eyelashes brush against each other. He had certainly not achieved his goal but it was something. Then he could feel a presence next to him, right next to him. He desperately wanted to move away but his body would not let him, he was a prisoner inside himself. Someone applied pressure to a spot on his arm causing an involuntary reaction involuntary twitch of his arm and with that movement came pain that caused the Doctor to open his eyes. His sights was met with similar grey with steaks of obsidian met his for a fraction of a second before they were gone. Doctor closed his eyes and could over here a muffled conversation, he could not discern any words, this might have been due to the hammering noise in one ear and nothing at all in the other. The grey eyed person pried open one of his eyes and flashed a light over his unblinking irises. Removing the hand it then proceeded to put their warm digits on both of his hearts, calculating. A brighter light shown in the dark momentarily then the person came back with a syringe. The Doctor's chest heaved up and down faster as he inhaled rapidly without his permission. A cold sensation and then the sharp quick pain of the injection saw the Doctor slip into a deep sleep.
S57 let out a sigh of relief, the sedative had worked. Because they were unaware of this aliens physiology it could be extremely dangerous to give him medications. It could be tantamount to accidental murder. However the labs on the base had used the patient's blood to make a sedative with the regions universal solvent and some base minerals that seemed to have worked properly. The person awake in the small room was still at a loss at how so many injuries could be compounded on one slim body or what had caused all of them. Only time would tell as they swiped their card sealing the room and the figure walked down the bright hall again, blocked from view by the swarm of people and their movement.