For those who have not met her yet...

Part 1

You shivered as the cold air was once again blown directly at your face. It would have brought comfort on a hot day like today, but it made you feel ten times worse. Your throat was scratchy and your head was throbbing. That was how you ended up in a clinic.

There wasn't a lot of people in the waiting room. Just across from you, a little girl was waiting with her mum, clutching onto her stuffed dog. The fear in her eyes could not go unnoticed, so her mum tried to soothe her by stroking her hair as she laid down on her mother's lap. Two seats to your left was an elderly man who looked a little too cheery for a trip to the doctor's. He hummed softly to a tune you didn't recognise, and every once in a while, he would look around as though he was searching for someone.

For entertainment purposes, there was a mini television positioned at the corner on the ceiling. It played the news channel, and since you had no energy to watch the news yesterday, you decided now would be a good time. Besides, you had to prevent yourself from sleeping.

"Yesterday, a massive fire, which took firefighters ten hours to extinguish, broke out in the Homwell Mall. It is unknown what has caused the fire to break out, but investigations have led to suggest that the source of the fire came from the dumpster just behind..."

"Disastrous, ain't it?"

Turning to your left, you realised the man was talking to you. He had a dark mark on his hand but you couldn't be bothered. All you did was nod.

"That mall's a couple of blocks away from here. I was there."

"Really?" you tried to sound enthusiastic but it was hard given your condition.

"Managed to get out, luckily. It could have been worse."

"Mm."

Not knowing how to respond, you sat in silence. Your mind started to wonder why and how this man was still alive, and what on earth he was doing here instead of a hospital, but then a wave of pain washed over your head and you stopped your train of thought.

"(Y/N)?"

Finally. That was the receptionist. She was kind and offered her jacket when you first entered, looking like an absolute mess. However, you declined as it was not only awkward, but it would soon be your turn.

You groggily looked up at the sound of your name being called. The receptionist flashed you a smile.

"The Doctor's ready for you."

Mumbling a word of thanks, you got up and dragged your feet to the door as though they were chained to dumbbells. You knocked twice, and there was a call of 'Come in!'.

"Good luck!" The man said, and you shrugged it off. Maybe the fire got his brain.

Entering the room, the smell of sterilisation hit you. There was a nice little beanbag at the corner, and a purple couch beside it. A cabinet of bottles and equipment stood just behind a table.

"Hello there! Take a seat, I won't bite."

The woman sat in a chair behind the table. It was a bit strange, because she wasn't wearing those white coats that doctors usually wear. Instead, hers was grey. What was even weirder was the fact she was wearing braces and a rainbow stripped shirt on the inside. Maybe it was her way to get friendly with kids, like that little girl outside.

Gladly, you sat down on the chair next to the table. The doctor rolled her chair over to you.

"I love roller chairs," she remarked, "They make chairs more fun."

You didn't laugh, not because you didn't think it was funny, but because you were just too tired to.

"Not amused, then," she said with a brow raised, "Well, I assume you want this over and done with so you can go back and snuggle in your comfy bed and fluffy blankets."

Sounds about right. You nodded.

"Alright," she said, "I'm the Doctor!"

You blinked and looked at the label on the table. 'The Doctor' was written on it, but that didn't stop you from asking, "Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor," she gestured to the label, "They gave me a label so I remember who I am. Bit helpful, seeing as I forget sometimes. And you're..." she squinted at the paper on her desk, "(Y/N)."

She pressed the back of her hand against your forehead and frowned slightly, "Bit feverish. I'd say..." she pressed the back of her other hand on her neck, "37.9 degree Celsius."

"Cool," you said absentmindedly. The doctor gave you a weird look.

"No, not cool," she said as she fished out a stethoscope from her coat, however it got in there in the first place beats you.

"You know what's cool?" she asked as she listened to your heart, "Bow ties. Bow ties are cool."

"Sure," you replied before breaking off into a cough.

"Anywhere else that hurts?" she asked after rolling her chair to behind yours.

"Throat and head."

Funnily enough, after you said that, you felt something cold and metal on your head. You tried to see what it was, but she stopped you.

"No! No, stay still, I need to listen."

"To what?"

"Your brainwaves, shush."

If you had been at full health, you would have snapped and told her to get off. But you didn't, because you had the feeling that the more you ask, the weirder it was going to get and the more time you would have to spend here. Maybe you could catch a quick five-second nap.

A loud clap and a yell of 'Brilliant!' jerked you out of your sleep. Out of your daze, you said, "I can go home now?"

"Well...not really," she rolled towards the cabinet, "Can I draw some of your blood?"

"What?"

Now that made you wake up a lot more. From all the visits you have made to the clinic, you have never experienced the one time where blood needed to be drawn from having a fever.

"Don't worry," she grinned as she prepared a syringe, "It won't hurt a bit."

You withdrew away, "Why do you need my blood?"

"Further diagnosis," she answered, "There's something I need to confirm, what with the brainwaves just now."

"What's wrong with my brainwaves?" you asked, growing slightly terrified, "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing!" she exclaimed, "Nothing at all. Nothing to worry about."

As she rolled up your sleeve, she put up her hand, "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Five? Is there something wrong with my eyes too?"

"No, no, no, just a distraction," she said, holding up the syringe full of your blood. How she managed to do that without causing any pain was a mystery. Before you could question her any further, she took out a pen-like object that shined when activated and pointed it at your blood. Suddenly, your blood started to glow.

"It's you!" she exclaimed, and that was enough to get you to back away to the door.

"What's that?" you momentarily forgot about the throbbing in your head, "Why's it glowing? What's wrong with me?!"

Depositing your blood into a test tube and sealing it, the Doctor pocketed it and said casually, "I lied. Everything's wrong in this world, unfortunately that includes you. But don't worry!"

"Don't worry?" you raised you voice despite your throat, instantly regretting it, "You just took my blood, without my permission, and it's glowing. That's not normal!"

The Doctor seemed to take your words into consideration because she was quiet for a while.

"You're right," she said, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but your life is about to change."

"If I walk out this door, it won't."

"Don't!"

It was a different voice, the one that belonged to the receptionist. Beside her was the man that was talking about the news and another man you didn't recognise, and they were standing at the other doorway in the room.

"It's the girl, Doc, the young girl and the mother. They're here for her," the man pointed at you, and that only got you scared.

"Who's after me?" you asked, but was ignored by the three of them.

The Doctor turned to the receptionist and said seriously, "Yaz, anyone else in the waiting room?"

Yaz shook her head in response, to which the Doctor said, "Good. Ryan, get the antidote in the other room."

The man you didn't recognise nodded and left, the Doctor then turned to the other two, "Yaz, Graham, back to the TARDIS."

Finally, she turned to you, "(Y/N), I promise this is to keep you safe, so you have to come with us now."

You stared into her eyes. They were pleading, but you couldn't just follow some random stranger into the dark now, could you?

The door next to you burst open. It was the little girl and her mother, and they did not look pleased.

"Found..." the girl pointed a shaky finger at you, "You..."

Your eyes widened and you didn't know how to react. The Doctor, who wasn't shocked to see them, grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the room.

"You're gonna have to trust me, (Y/N)!"

"I don't have a choice," you squeaked as you felt your legs carry you to a box.

"Inside! Hurry! You're burning up!" The Doctor shouted as she pointed her pen object thing at the doorknob, locking the both of you in another room. Before you could respond, she shoved you inside and locked the box's door as well.

Maybe you were still sleeping. Yeah. That's right. That five second nap you were taking just now? You overslept. That's gotta be right. All this is nothing. Just a dream. The box was not real. It wasn't a machine thing. It's just a dream. It's time to wake up.

You closed your eyes and felt yourself fall, and the last thing you heard was your name being called.

"(Y/N)!"