Is the Doctor in?
Who: Bod, and a few of his closest friends. (If he has any. ^^;;)
What: A visit to the Doctor
When: Thursday, mid-morning
Status: closed (sort of), incomplete
The Doctor had asked if he could come in and let him look at his head. Or, in his head. Bod wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but it sounded like the Doctor meant what he said, or said what he meant, and he was a pretty remarkable person, so Bod wouldn't put it past him to be able to scan his mind. He wondered if he had a machine to do it or something. He was a Doctor, after all. Or The Doctor.
And a good thing, too. This morning, when he woke, Bod felt miserable. And not just his normal fatigue and exhaustion, but his head ached, and moving too quickly made everything in the room seem wavery and strange. He took his time getting dressed, then decided to head out and find himself something to eat before heading over there. Wherever 'there' was; he wasn't entirely sure where to find the Doctor, anyway.
He thought that eating would help, and having tea as well, but he didn't have any appetite for it. And if anything, it just added to the misery; he felt an unaccountable desire to curl up and go to sleep for a month, or maybe longer. Except that he knew, if he did, that he would be awake again in half an hour; the nightmares refused to abate.
Taking a deep breath, he walked up to the counter, paid for his half-eaten meal, and stepped out into the sunshine. Looking around carefully, he said a little prayer that he might encounter someone he knew, who could point him in the right direction.
What: A visit to the Doctor
When: Thursday, mid-morning
Status: closed (sort of), incomplete
The Doctor had asked if he could come in and let him look at his head. Or, in his head. Bod wasn't entirely sure what that meant, but it sounded like the Doctor meant what he said, or said what he meant, and he was a pretty remarkable person, so Bod wouldn't put it past him to be able to scan his mind. He wondered if he had a machine to do it or something. He was a Doctor, after all. Or The Doctor.
And a good thing, too. This morning, when he woke, Bod felt miserable. And not just his normal fatigue and exhaustion, but his head ached, and moving too quickly made everything in the room seem wavery and strange. He took his time getting dressed, then decided to head out and find himself something to eat before heading over there. Wherever 'there' was; he wasn't entirely sure where to find the Doctor, anyway.
He thought that eating would help, and having tea as well, but he didn't have any appetite for it. And if anything, it just added to the misery; he felt an unaccountable desire to curl up and go to sleep for a month, or maybe longer. Except that he knew, if he did, that he would be awake again in half an hour; the nightmares refused to abate.
Taking a deep breath, he walked up to the counter, paid for his half-eaten meal, and stepped out into the sunshine. Looking around carefully, he said a little prayer that he might encounter someone he knew, who could point him in the right direction.