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The Doctor sat next to The TARDIS console, his emotions wildly dancing around in his head like a circus of fear. He tearfully studied his hands. He knew what was going to happen, and he had ran away, ran away from death. This was it. After what he had done to Adelaide Brooke, how he had altered her timeline, gone all Time Lord victorious, he had ran away to have the last adventures in this body. But now, he was finally ready.
Just as he was about to pull the lever, he felt as if someone was calling out to him. As if someone called for him through the universe. He quickly pulled out his psychic paper, since it sometimes catches these messages, and sure enough, a plead for help had appeared. The Doctor frowned, but let out an involuntary sigh of relief. He could run away just once more. He pulled the lever, but this time with no hesitation.
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Tears were streaming down your face as you laid on the floor. Your wrists ached, but you did nothing as you saw the blood slowly pooling around them. The path where you had stumbled back and fallen down on the floor was visible, as there was a line of blood drips starting from the sink and leading to your wrists. Your sobs were broken with the occasional hiccup, and you slowly curled more in yourself, dragging your arms closer.
You gasped slightly as you heard someone calling out.
"Is there anyone there? I'm here to help!" The voice called out, and you winced softly, mentally scolding yourself for being so damn loud. Couldn't even take your own life successfully. You couldn't help but softly cry as you thought of someone trying to help you. You heard slow steps approaching, and you panicked.
"Don't worry! I'm fine! Just.. Shaving and nicked myself!" You shout shakily, but you knew it was too late. You cursed quietly, but didn't move from your place.
"Open the door!" You could hear the worry in the strangers voice, but you just sobbed louder and stayed there. The door shook, and you could hear a weird whirring sound before the door opened. A man entered the bathroom, his hair sticking up, and his face contorted in worry. As he saw the state you were in, he crouched down next to you.
"no, no no no, no! How could you do this to yourself? How could you... I'm very sorry... " He took your hands in his, applying pressure to the wounds. You were starting to lose consciousness, his face getting blurrier by the second.
"Who are you?" You slurred quietly, eyelids heavy. He looked you in the eyes for a second before looking away, and continuing to look for a medical kit.
"I'm the Doctor. But we can talk more later, right now, I need you to focus on living, right? Can you do that for me?" He asked, voice stern and serious but his eyes showed sadness that you could never understand. It might still be the thing keeping you alive. His wonderful eyes. You nodded drowsily, but tried to fight the feeling. As he was bandaging your wrists up, you could feel the strong emotion emanate from him. Something was bothering him, and it wasn't just you. Your eyes slowly closed, and you felt yourself relax.
"No, no no no! Stay with me!" The Doctor begged, but you couldn't hold on anymore.
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You woke up on your couch, your hands felt heavy, and your head was pounding. You quietly groaned, turning your head slowly. As you opened your eyes, you were met with the Doctor's worried gaze. He sighed in relief to see you awake, and shook his head. He sat down next to you, and held your wrists in his hands. He slowly massaged over the bandages, but kept the touch light.
"Why would you do that to yourself?" He whispered. Your eyes welled up with tears and you looked away, but he cupped your face and turned your head to him. "You know that it won't solve anything." He whispered again, his eyes glassy and full of genuine sorrow. You couldn't look away from them, you couldn't turn your head. He sighed, and slowly lifted you up into his arms. You sat like that for a long time.
He made you tea, and went to the store to buy biscuits for you. He took care of you for that day, and just before he left he changed the bandages for you. You were already sleepy when he was going to leave, and he sighed softly.
"I promise, when you'll wake up, I'm gonna be here again." He smiled sadly, and something in those eyes made you think that he wasn't quite sure if he would really come back. But you were too tired to talk, and you slowly watched him leave.
"Please come back, Doctor" You thought.