Experiment Gone Wrong (Dottore x reader)

Arm

"I can't feel my arm"

"You wouldn't, this arm has no feeling my dear."

"I can't feel my arm."

"I think it's better this way, my love. Wouldn't you agree?"

"I can't feel my arm" My voice was slowly becoming more desperate, mind running on auto as I continued to repeat these five words over and over again, in an attempt to circulate my feelings about this unreal situation I put myself in.

Dottore looked up to face my desolation, he continued to listen to my chants and instantly placed this emotion I was exhibiting. "Interesting. Are you perhaps in shock right now?" He audibly laughed, what must be so funny to this man? The fact I was in shock or the fact my shock made no sense to him?

Tears slipped down the sides of my face, dropping onto the table I was lying on. I couldn't feel my arm. I couldn't move my arm. All I could do was lie there and chant and cry over the irresponsible actions I allowed to take place. I whispered those five words once more, feeling sorrow fill the void within and quietened down completely.

"Yes, that is likely to happen."

Slowly lifting my body into a seated position, robotic arm dragging up along with the rest of me, I faced the culprit who had a gentle grip on my unfeeling hand. "You did this to me," I stated slowly, and in a clear unshaken voice.

"Perhaps you need to go back to sleep." He placed his lips down on the cool metal and rubbed them lightly against the smooth back.

"You tricked me" I breathed in harshly, feeling the suffocating air around us enter my sore throat, stinging its way down into my warm lungs. 

Ignoring my outburst, as he usually does, he placed soft light kisses on the back of the hand.

"You," I sobbed and coughed, groaning at the slight twinges of pain from the burnt seal. "You monster."

Finally, a reaction I wanted. Dottore's jaw tensed up at that word, he lifted his head away from my fake appendage and let go of my hand. 

Moving away from the table for a second, he grabbed something from his pile of belongings on the side before returning to me once more, his gritted teeth replaced with a charming smile.

I looked down at his hand to see a cloth dowsed in something. 

"You need to rest, you are not thinking straight." Slowly, the cloth inched closer to my face and I began to shake my head, with my working hand I grabbed his wrist, "No!" 

"You'll feel better after a rest, do not worry y/n I promise." Gripping the back of my head he forced the cloth down onto my nose and mouth and I began to violently try to shake him off, but it was no use. I was going under again.

Looking deep into his mask and glaring down at the innocent little smile on his face, I growled in anger yet my actions were slowing down, becoming weak.

"That's it, that's my little experiment. You are doing so well."

My eyes closed unwillingly as I tried to string together a sentence under the wet fabric. As Dottore gently placed my head down against the surgical table, my working arm flopped down beside me and I was in a deep sleep once more, unable to scream or run.

 "I'll see you in a couple of hours, my love."

It was true. My mind was trapped in a dream and my body was trapped in a waking nightmare... but I did this to myself, didn't I.

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Chapter Notes:

I know a lot of you didn't want the amputation to go ahead 😏

Is it bad if I say I did this on purpose to see your reactions lmfaoooo