Monsters [Doctor Who]

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y ~ F I V E

Trigger warning! Several mentions of rape, if you are uncomfortable with that, I highly recommend you skip this chapter.
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Chapter 25:
Augusta's POV

It's dark. It's so dark. This isn't want I wanted; this isn't what I expected death to be! I don't want this anymore, I wanna go back. Back...

Back where? Where is my home? Where am I from? I can't go to the TARDIS, the Doctor might think that I... I broke my promise. I can't go to Jackie, she'll take me to the Doctor. And I won't be able to survive on my own! I... I don't want this anymore. I don't want to be here anymore!

Take me back! Take me back!!
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Doctor's POV

"Doctor, please," Rose sighed as he kept pacing holes into the ground. His arms crossed tightly over his chest, his face filled with distress. "Doctor, they are going to help her. Get some rest, we may be here a while."

He stared at her, "I was there. Under the bridge. I could've caught her before she jumped. If... If I had just—"

"There was nothing that you could've done!" Rose snapped, eyes narrowed. "It's in the past; you can't change this one, Doctor. So stop. Stop taking all the blame on you, it wasn't your fault!" His gaze fell to the ground and he nodded.

"... You're right," he sighed, moving to sit in the chair. He covered his face in his hands, messing up his own hair.

The intergalactic hospital fell silent, excluding the sounds of babies squealing, carts rolling, and the collective chatter of people. After several minutes, one of the doctors strode down the hall. He was a Silurian by the looks of it. "Mr... John Smith and Mrs. Rose Tyler?" The duo were on their feet immediately, their eyes wide at the attention.

"How's Augusta? Can we see her?!" Rose asked immediately, but the doctor held a hand up to silence her.

"Augusta has experienced a lot of physical and... Mental injuries," he explained. "When she jumped into the water, she hit the back of her head. The damage to her brain made it swell significantly, which caused her to fall into a coma."

Both he and Rose froze at the news, "'Coma'?" He repeated, his eyes narrowed.

"I'm afraid so," he continued, "Luckily, we were able to stop the swelling, but there's no telling how long she'll be under, but she shouldn't be under for any longer than a month. Her injuries weren't serious enough to be under that long."

He nodded, absorbing this information. "Thank you, doctor," he wanted to sound more enthusiastic, but all he could think about was how worried he was for Augusta.

The doctor patted his shoulder comfortingly, "I'll try and keep you two updated."

"Thank you, Sir," Rose answered, earning a respectable nod before he left.
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Augusta's POV

I'm scared. I'm so, so scared. Somehow, the Director found me, I don't know how. He took me back with him, and I didn't do anything. I was dead. The Doctor probably stopped looking for me, Rose wouldn't care. Nobody would care. I'm a monster; I shouldn't even be given the time of day, much less actually think that someone, anyone, in the universe, would actually l—

A sharp smack crossed my cheek, and I flinched, the chains on my arms rattling. "Shut up, nobody wants to listen to your whiny voice!" The Director snapped. "If I hear one more thing about that bloody time lord, I'll kill you." I closed my eyes, tears threatening them. Take me back. I don't want to be here! Please! Take me bac—