Monsters [Doctor Who]

C H A P T E R N I N E

Chapter 9:

Augusta's POV

I walked into the TARDIS blindly, stumbling a little bit in my steps, my head felt light, and my vision blurred every now and then. I could feel a headache coming on. My mind was still set on the painting. I was the Monster! How did Rose die? Was my dream real?! That couldn't be possible I didn't want to kill Rose! She-She wasn't supposed to die, she can't die! This isn't fair, I--

"Augusta, are you okay?" The Doctor asked, snapping me away from my hectic thoughts. "You look distressed."

"I... I'm fine," I lied with a nod. The last thing I wanted to do was tell the Doctor. He didn't even know what Bad Wolf was, and I didn't want to accidentally start a paradox or something.

He stopped and looked at me, "You're lying."

"No I'm not," I argued, ignoring the gradually pounding feeling of my skull.

"Are you sure, because you're showing symptoms of a headache," he pointed out. "You're wincing."

I sighed, "I'm fine Doc--" I cut my self off by the suddenly going into a coughing fit. My throat suddenly burned as something in my mouth felt warm and liquid-y. I coughed into my gloves to find specks of blood covering it.

My eyes widened, and I covered my gloves in my pockets. The side effects of controlling the metal and blood were starting!

To clear up any confusion, metal is a hard to control, and since I don't have as much of a grasp on it as I do with wind and etc, my body usually can't handle it. This use to happen whenever I first tried to control water, fire, earth, and air, but since I have -- somewhat -- of a grasp on those, it only happens when I try to control blood -- which I don't recommend, or even like, doing -- or metal.

Since I had to control both metal and blood a lot today, I don't think my body liked it too much. "Augusta, are you okay?" The Doctor asked, as he fiddled with the console.

I tried to say something, but it came out as a loud cough, and successfully made me spit up a blob of dark, crimson blood.

The Doctor, obviously, saw this, and dropped everything he was doing and came over to me. "Augusta!" He shouted, catching Rose's attention and making her look away from the boy. He caught my shoulders as my body swayed dangerously. "Augusta, what's wrong? Are you hurt?!"

"I'm fine..." I insisted trying to stand up straight, but my body didn't like that idea. My knees buckled under me, and I almost fell.

"You're not fine!" He said, almost angrily. "Why didn't you tell me you were hurt!"

I looked at his blue eyes that were burning with anger. I had to force myself not to shy away from him. I tried to push his arms off instead, "I'm-I'm not," I coughed again. "I'm not hurt."

The Doctor looked at me skeptically, "I'm bringing you to the Medical Bay," he told me, picking me up. I quickly wiggled out of his grip and fell back on the metal flooring.

"I'm fine," I insisted, trying to look 'fine', when I honestly felt like I was going to drop at any second. I wiped away a spot of blood that trailed my lips. "See? Fine."

"Augusta, you're coughing blood! You're not fine! You're anything but fine."

"I'll live," I replied, but found it the best time to cough again. I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my throat. I gagged, and fell to the ground. Whenever I controlled metal, it was never this bad! I fell to my knees, my body racking with heavy, maybe even lethal, coughs.