Doctor who one shots/imagines BOOK 2🌏

i won't cry for you (8th)

He was stuck inside my mind, ever since he left me. I felt like I'd been running forever, when he came into my life and I had this reason to be excited again, the adventure. I was hiding from Cybermen, I didn't know how I got here, but I had to be quiet, I couldn't let them find me. "I must finish my mission." It's voice was metallic, like a droning noise, it was terrifying to hear. I slowly move from behind a rock, as I pull myself back against the wall. "I hear you breathe." I felt my back hit into someone, as I turn around and the way he looked at me, I didn't know if it was relief or anger. He didn't say a word, as he pulled me behind him and he took my hand. "C'mon." He led me to the TARDIS, he shut the doors. "Sit down." I sat on the steps, as he grabbed a medical kit from the shelf, he opened it. "Clean the blood off your neck." He gave me a cloth, as I rub it against my skin, taking off the blood as he stayed quiet. I hadn't seen him for six months, but we had argued before I left, so I felt the tension. He started cleaning my other hand, "Why did you run off?" He looked up at me, "You know why, Doctor." He sighed, "You see what happens when I can't protect you? You're covered in blood, you look like Hell." I look down, as I felt like I was getting a headache. "Go and clean up, y/n. Have a shower and just- we'll talk later. I can't do this right now." He stood up, as he walked into the other room. I pick up the blood stained cloths, going to my bedroom.

Once I'd cleaned myself up, I got changed and I saw how bad I looked. I had bruises all over my thighs, my arms, my neck. I was aching all over, I felt so exhausted, I wished this pain would stop. I laid on the bed, as I close my eyes and I just try to sleep, but it hurt so much, I cried, for hours. And I couldn't cry anymore. I stare at the wall as I sighed deeply, I didn't even want him to see me this way. I take some painkillers, hoping it would help with the achy feeling in my joints. I stand up, going to sit on the stairs. The Doctor was still at the console, working away. "I love you, I wish you'd stop trying to prove a point that you're capable of fighting without me." He looked over at me, as I look down, I knew he loved me. And I loved him too, but the way that this was going, I couldn't live the way he wanted me to. "I love you too, Doctor.. but it doesn't excuse the fact that we are terrible for each other." He shook his head, "You've had a bad day, you need time to rest. We can talk about this when you're better." I stand up, "Stop wrapping me in cotton wool, Doctor! I'm not a child, I am not your child! Stop treating me like I'm fragile!" I yelled, as he took a breath. "I'm trying to protect you! That's all I've ever tried to do, don't blame me for trying!" I rolled my eyes, "If you tried harder, I wouldn't of left you in the first place." I snapped, "If you weren't such a pain in the ass, you wouldn't of had to leave in the first place."

"Do you really want to blame me for what you do, Doctor? Really? Are we going there?" He looked back at me, "I could of let that Cybermen kill you, but I didn't. Because I care about you too much, because I'd tear this planet apart if it meant you were stood beside me, you are safe now because of me!" He raised his voice, "I don't need you to save me, Doctor. You should of left-" I stopped, as I felt a sharp pain in my ribs, as I lean against the railing. He instantly put his guard down, "Where does it hurt, show me." I put my hand on his shoulder, "My chest, I feel so breathless." He pulled me into his arms, "You might have fractured your ribs, I need to check." I nodded, as he took my hand and he led me into a medical bay. "Lie down on there for me, you'll have to take your clothes off." I didn't know how to reply to that, "Well, can I at least keep my bra on?" He didn't seem uncomfortable about seeing me half naked. "You'll have to take it off, I'm afraid." Brilliant. "Great." I mumbled, as I pull off my shirt and I take my bra off, laying down as he tried not to stare at my breasts, but he clearly was. "Can we try and keep this professional, Doctor?" He glanced away, "Just stay still." He felt along my sides, I flinched as he stopped at my rib cage, "I think it's just bruised, it's not broken. Which is good." I nodded, as he leaned down and he gently kissed my lips. "Let's get you to bed." He wrapped a blanket around me.

"I'm sorry, Doctor." He held me for a moment, "You never have to be sorry, I'm just glad you're here."

"Me too."