The Girl of Time (Doctor Who Fan-fiction)

Chapter 9

Hello everyone! Here is chapter 9, and things are going to start to actually get exciting! Have you stuck around with this book(even through the spelling errors and boringness?)If so, leave a comment saying your favorite Doctor Who character/Doctor/villain and you might get a chapter dedication/shoutout. I hope you enjoy!

-Izzy
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  I've always had a complex disparate thought of what time truly is, or was. People often view it as this straight horizontal line. There's a past, there's a future, and there's the ever changing present. However, I don't see time in that way. I see it as this huge knot. There's all these loose bits and pieces that don't really matter, you could remove a few and it would do nothing. But then, there's this thick, long string. This part is the most important. Unravel it, and time falls apart. You have to be wary around this part. Meddle with it too much, you can destroy the universe. But at the same time, if you mess with too many small bits of yarn, it causes kinks in the main path of time.

I believe that everyone plays at least a small part in forming the main thread. Unfortunately, sometimes bad things happen. Sometimes, a person's death can shape the future. People's heartbreak, and loss. Time is always changing because of it. Don't you see how much has changed from one hundred years ago? So much good, and so much bad happened to get us to the path we are on today.

But then, there's me.

I don't know why I'm here.

I'm floating through darkness, trying to cling on to something out there.

But it's hard.

Because, sometimes you don't know your purpose until the very end.

I don't know how my life could possibly change for the better.

How I could make a difference out there.

But maybe, just maybe...

There's still hope.

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  The second I open my eyes, I know something's wrong.

Very wrong.

I've been to this hospital enough times to know exactly where I am.

This isn't the first time I've woken up here.

But I've never felt like I do now. Never have I felt so fatigued, so...lifeless.

Hundreds of thoughts run through my head. I've never felt this ill waking up from a Dream, so what went wrong? Did I somehow injure myself?

A large door to my left whooshes open, and a petite nurse pokes her head in. Her eyes grow wide, and she slams the door shut. Trapping me back into my solitary.

Within seconds, the door clicks open again, this time bringing in a huge group of doctors and nurses.

None of them speak, they just stare at me, as if they are confused by my existence.

"Brielle, can you hear me?" A tall doctor to my left says.

"Um, yeah...should I not be able to?" I ask her, not expecting an answer.

"How are you feeling?" The same doctor asks again.

"Like. I've. Been. Hit. By. A. Truck. Twice." I say. I've learned that the doctors here apparently need a few seconds to process new information, so I find results are best when they are spoken to slowly.

"Okay, Brielle. Some of the doctors have to go now, but the wanted to see you." Wow, I feel so freaking special.

"Bye, Brielle." Some of the doctors say as they leave. Only two doctors and a nurse remain.

"Adios.Thanks for stopping in," I say, with strength I don't think I really have. The doctors remain silent, so I say, "Are you going to tell me what happened or not?"

"Well, Brielle, what is the last thing you remember?" The doctor says. I recognize her now. She has been one of my doctors for a few months. I think her name's Dr. Noel.

"I remember being down by my swing, and then going into one of my Drea-comas. That's all." I say.

"So, this is what happened. After you went into your coma, your foster parents found you in the yard. However, you never woke up, so they brought you to the hospital. After a few hours, you actually stopped breathing enough to keep you alive, and yor organs started to shut down, so we had to give you oxygen. We had to give you fluids, as well. It's been three days since you first went comatose. We were all worried you would never wake up. I would consider yourself very lucky." She says, all in one breath.

"Three days," I said. "But that's not possible. I only go into comas for a few minutes," I say with every ounce of my now failing strength.

"Yes. Whatever causes you to go into comas, is getting worse. We were very lucky we were able to revive you this time. But, if this happens this severe again, I don't know if we will be able to keep you alive." She says.

"What are you saying?" I say, weakly.

"I'm saying...I don't know how much longer you have to live. Whatever you have is getting worse, and your body just won't be able to handle that amount of stress much longer." I get what she's saying. She's saying I'm dying. The doctors have always been so careful about using the "D" word. It sounds like at this point, Ann and Stan might not need to find me a new foster home.

"Also," the doctor in the back says (I've never seen him before), "I would like to run a few tests on you. We did many while you were comatose, but now that your stable, I would like to do them again."

"Um, I'd prefer not to right now. I'm kinda busy right now...you know, waking up from a coma and all," I say, feeling extremely weak and uncomfortable.

"Well, your foster parents have given us permission to do so once you woke up, so I'm afraid you don't get much say in this matter." Dr. Noel says.

"It will only take a few hours," the one doctor adds, as if that make it any better.

"Uh, apparently, according to your miracle worker team or whatever you call yourselves, a few hours might be all I have."

"You'll probably get to go home afterwords. Your stable right now, so I don't see why you can't go home," Dr. Noel says.

I can't help but laugh. The fact that they're sending someone in my condition home is crazy, if I were anyone but me. When I woke up from other Dreams, I always quickly recovered, so there's no wonder I'm fine so soon after waking up, although, I've never felt this sickly before. That's new.

"Oh, could you call her foster parents so they can know she's awake?" Dr. Noel asks the nurse. The nurse nods, then briskly walks out the door.

"Anyway, I would like to get an MRI of her brain. I want to see if this long of a coma affected her at all," the doctor in the back says.

"Yes, let's get her down there," Dr. Noel says as she begins to roll my bed out the door. I honestly don't care about the tests, I don't care about any of it. I'm just not excited to see Ann and Stan. I have a feeling they are the only people who aren't happy I woke up.