Hello everyone. Thank you to all of the people that left reviews and sent me messages! I apologize for any and all spelling and grammar errors, if you did not know I am concurrently writing four stories at once without a beta, while getting ready for my first year of university: basically things are crazy right now and I'm sorry for lapses in my best writing. Thank you for reading and reviewing, Levi H.
"There had been too much emotion, too much damage, too much everything" ~Ernest Hemmingway
The Doctor was confused, it had been thirteen, going on fourteen minutes now. They were late; they had never been late before. What had happened to her, or him, to be honest the Doctor was not entirely certain the gender of the person who had been attending him without fail for the past week. But now they were late. With the close of that thought there was a slight knock and a click and the now familiar presence of the Doctors doctor was back again. "Good tenth par?" she greeted as normal. The Doctor nodded his agreement as he slowly sat up. Today was one of the days that he would need his bandages changed. There was yet another resounding clap of thunder, so loud that it could be heard over the hologram of the busy street that had been playing for the past week.
The thin man had not said much more than his name in the time he was at the breach; an occasional good morning, but that was it. He therefore surprised the girl when he asked, "Does it never stop, this rain?" She turned around with her head tilted and said plainly "No, it does not" The expression with which she said this implied that this was common knowledge. This of course prompted a further question from her patient, as to what planet he was on. "Proxima, the smallest inert star of the Alpha Centauri system" Before she could explain any further the Doctor had cut her off "What! I certainly thought this was earth, circa 3517 A.D. What year is it…" The Doctor was asking questions so quickly that S57 could not keep up with his jumbled words. The excitement he showed was admirable for someone who should defiantly be resting right now and not rambling. "Please, slowdown" the girl finally berated: this stopped the Doctors tirade and he looked up at her for a moment in silence. "I will endeavor to answer all of the questions you have, but first I must insist you lay down, I fear that you have already pulled out some stitches" S57 warned. The Doctor did as told, but he was brimming with anticipation. She walked over toward him and stood by his bedside, she nodded her head for him to begin his questions.
"What year is it?"
"3787 A. D. as you put it, in your words" she said indicating for him to look to the corner of the room, where a day and time was listed: it glistened on the wall in a silver holographic manner, flickering slightly.
"Has that clock and calendar always been there?" The Doctor asked, his eyebrows rising up into his hair.
"No, it appears only when needed or asked for, is this of some relevance?" The girl inquired"
The Doctor was silent for a moment thinking 'A psychic calendar and clock! This civilization must be very advanced.' "No, no relevance, um, next question – Where am I exactly?" He hoped that this question would answer quite a bit.
S57 took a moment to think through the question before carefully saying "On a grander scale you are in what was formerly known as the Milky Way and is now called Tetradarax III, the planet is Proxima, it used to be a star, it died 270 years ago. You are at the hospital, the most renowned hospital in the galaxy at the moment" This kept the Doctor quiet for quite a bit. A small beep interrupted the silence in the room. S57 looked to her wrist as a similar holographic watch appeared with the time. "I need to leave now, I will be back in seventeen hours" With this she rushed out of the room, leaving the Doctor to think over everything he had just learned.
Sorry that this is so short, I've had a lack of inspiration as of late, but it is slowly making its return. Thanks for reading, see ya soon!