It's the year of the last Doctor.
He has just vanquished another villain. His newest companion hugs him when all of a sudden...
He clutches his heart.
"Why am I not regenerating?!" He yells, his eyes wide with confusion...
Back in the hospital, a little boy tosses and turns in his sleep as he was trying to wake up.
The Doctor's Companion is just plain startled, stepping back as she shakes her head.
The Doctor's chest heaves and he begins to glow. Not like usual, but he was beginning to crack, as if his soul was leaving his body instead of changing.
The boy's body mimics that of the Doctor, spazzing and crying out
"Why am I not regenerating?!"
The little girl sleeping next to him, because she liked what he murmured in his sleep, like little stories...
"Thomas?" She asks in a concerned manner, shaking his body.
The companion in his mind steps forewords and shakes him.
"Doctor?!"
He falls over.
The little boy begins to sob.
"Help! Help me please!"
He was awake for the first time in ages.
The little girl screams out to the nurses who rush in like water through a broken boat.
The nurses try to calm him down, trying so hard to keep him alive.
In his mind, the beautiful mind of this child, the Doctor is surrounded by people he doesn't know, the companion he once knew was just a child...
He yells at them, not sure what was happening when finally the Tardis makes a noise he doesn't know... A long... Long... Long... Beeping noise that emanates fear through his mind...
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Thomas was only 9 when he had fallen into his coma.
On his 10th birthday, he almost died.
On his 11th, he almost woke up.
And so on and so forth.
At the funeral, the children who were still alive and who knew little Thomas came to visit his grave.
Little Donna with amnesia remembered vaguely a little boy she used to think was her friend.
Little Martha who was cured of her sickness came and left a little token.
Little Amy and Little Rory came too, they both held hands and were just little sweethearts.
Then came Mickey, then came a little rebel name Jack who had a bit of a schizophrenia.
Then, came the others he knew from way back when.
And finally, came his favorite one of all, Rose Tyler.
Rose Tyler who he was best friends with, for whom he uttered the words
"Rose Tyler, I-" the day he went under.
Rose, his Rose... The first companion in his mind, Rose...
She kneels down, still a bit young...
Her blonde hair is left up, bright eyes with tears.
"Oh, Thomas..." She mumbles under her breath as she looks over his name scrawled over the brown marble stone.
With a sad little smile, she answers what he had sad so many years ago.
"I love you too." She whispers, resting her forehead against the stone.
The Doctor rests a hand on her shoulder, since Rose Tyler hadn't lived for very long after she moved.
Little Thomas going away took a toll on her little heart and it broke, as well as her spirit.
The Doctor moves her aside, Nine coming up to hold her by his side.
Ten smiles to her too, his little Rose Tyler...
Eleven watches the last Doctor with sad eyes, all the others before him standing in a straight line.
The little boy's grave, their maker's grave, sat under tree with flowers from every companion strewn around it.
The last Doctor steps up, looking down as if looking at him, and sighs.
"You're going home... The long way round." And kneels down to leave a bow tie on the ground.
In the end, the imagination is a strong thing.
It makes and takes life.
And gives us adventure, even in our final moments...
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The Patient Doctor
Short StoryAfter the Last Doctor's final debut, we find that The Doctor was never always who he seemed... In fact, we find that he was a child, a patient, in a hospital bed. Dying, and created his own little world to survive in. The world we know as the Doctor...
