In which, a 32 year old woman from Torchwood stumbles across a time traveling alien with a blue box, and decides that nothing else matters more than the thrill of near death.
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Lilly Tyler is used to aliens, and death, and eve...
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Two whole weeks cooped up in bed - as much as I appreciated being waited on hand and foot - it was driving me stir crazy.
Every time I took one step out of bed, Rosie would run to get the sick bucket (because apparently giving birth to a half Time Lord puts your body through more stress than a normal baby, and means the immune system takes a while to catch up; it hadn't done so while I was kidnapped since no germs could reach me there), and the Doctor would reach over to help me stand even though I can do that perfectly well myself.
Basically, the whole reason I didn't want anyone to know about my plethora of mental illness, the whole being treated like glass thing, was coming true. My worst nightmare.
"Can we go out today?"
The soothing hand running through my hair paused. "Why?"
Of course he'd think I was up to something. "I've not thrown up in 48 hours, and I've been cooped up long enough to want out. What about something simple like Bournemouth beach? No aliens, no new born babies."
"Maybe tomorrow, Lil." My sister chimed in from the foot of my bed, where she had been reading the Noughts and Crosses series, influenced by my recommendation. "We have all the time in the world to go out when you feel better."
I huffed, turning away from both my boyfriend and sister so that my head was no longer on the former's lap and was instead back on the pillow where it belonged. "All offence intended when I say that if you didn't have to push a baby out, you don't get to dictate how I feel. You both know I thrive in environments where I can pretend nothing's wrong."
"What you do isn't thriving, it's unhealthy compartmentalisation." Rose said as she sat up to look at me.
"Oh, look at Ms Big Words over there with her sentence straight out of a Google answer as to how I feel." In hindsight, my rudeness was not helping anything, especially not my case. I usually hated arguing with Rose and now all the others could see was me trying my best to pick a fight; it made sense that they didn't think me better yet. It was true. I wasn't better. But I also wouldn't get any better until Ella finds our son. "Sorry."
"'S'alright."
"Look, I need out of here." I rolled back to where I was originally to get a better look at the Time Lord. It was ultimately his decision whether they kept me hostage for yet another day and huge, doe eyes was my last resort.
"Fine!" Note to self: doe eyes work well. "Let's go." Suddenly, a finger was pointed in my direction, inches away from my face. "No aliens, no babies and absolutely no danger. Lets do it!"
My sister was first out of the room, to get changed out of her pyjamas most likely. She had a skip in her step for the first time in two weeks and it occurred to me that going out wouldn't just benefit me. All three of us needed fresh air and a break from the challenges of life.
