"Ow..." I moaned, the Doctor sitting in the chair beside the bed.
"I did warn you before got to the snowy paradise," he tsk'd, placing a piece of cloth drenched in warm water on my forehead.
"She PELTED me with them," I whined, "Literally backed me up in a corner and had them coming at me, one after another. I'm surprised I'm still conscience after that. What did you tell her that made her hate me, so?"
"Nothing," he insisted, placing a reassuring hand on my arm, "You must be tired... Get some rest."
"I'm not... Sleepy," I yawned, my eyelids lowering, "Not... Sleepy..."
"Of course not," the Doctor chuckled, "never sleepy."
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The Aeon of the Time Lords (Book Two - the Double Era Series)
RandomOur Doctor was so much bigger on the inside. He'd looked past the unforgivable and let Aeon start again. Like with any companion, the Doctor took her places she could only imagine... Or remember. The thing is, Aeon knows more than is safe. For her...
