Chapter Three:
"N-No... I don't... I don't want... to sleep..." I mumbled, barely being able to make out my words, "I... Get nightmares... Sleeping... Scary..."
"You need to rest. I'll help you," he said, I felt his fingers pressed again my temples, and a second later, my mind shut down and everything went black.
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Augusta's POV
I was strapped to the cold metal table, with a overhanging light shining at my face. Beside we were endless racks of medical supplies and multicolored chemicals. The room smelled sharply of alcohols and chemicals, which burned through my nostrils. I wanted to call out, and scream even, but my mouth was gagged tightly.
A few dark figures began to appear in the room, making me gasp. I struggled against the bonds on my hands and arms, but it didn't do anything except make my wrists sore.
Tears began to form in my eyes, "Please, no!" I begged, but it was muffled by the gag. Then one of them pulled out a shiny syringe, which seemed to shine under the light.
"No. No! Please, stop!" I tried to beg, but they didn't stop. Then I heard their laughter. The mocking, cruel, horrible laughing, that rang throughout the air, and flooded through my ears. Make it stop. Please. Make it stop, I thought, but it didn't seem to end any time soon.
They filled the syringe with some green substance, and held it out to my arm. Sharp, toothy grins shined on their dark faces. Time seemed to slow down as they held out the syringe to my bare arm, I stared at the sharp needle fearfully.
They plunged it into my skin, and I screamed loudly as they poured the substance into my bloodstream. Their laughter rose above my screams of terror, and echoed throughout the room.
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My eyes snapped open to see a dark figure leaning down in my face, their arm reaching out to touch me. My eyes widened, and I screamed, trying to move away from them as I possible could. I fell off whatever I was on, which was most likely a bed, and move as far away as I could. The lights switched on, revealing the Medical Bay setting from earlier. The Doctor was standing at the bed, staring at me.
"Augusta! Augusta, calm down!" The Doctor said calmly.
"Leave me alone! No more shots!" I cried, sitting in the corner of the room. "No more shots, please!"
"Augusta, it's fine, I'm not going to give you a shot," the Doctor said in a calm voice. He moved over to where I was and reached out a hand to touch me, but I screamed again.
"NO! NO MORE!!" I yelled. Tears streaming down my cheeks. "No more. Please," I croaked.
I heard the door swing open, "Doctor, what's going on?" Rose's groggy voice said.
"No more..." I whimpered. The Doctor moved and swatted down in front of me.
"Augusta, everything is going to be fine, you just need to calm down, okay?" His voice sounded so sympathetic and calming, that it made me stop crying and look up at him. "There you go, see happy." He made a silly face making me smile weakly. "You mind telling me what's wrong?" My face fell and when he reminded me of the dream. "Okay, don't tell me. How 'bout we just talk instead, yeah? What's your favorite color?"

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Monsters [Doctor Who]
FanfictionThe Aliens • The Destroyers • The Murderers • The Monsters ••• COMPLETED: 11/29/2016