What a beautifully poignant tale, tinged with such fragile hope. I am afraid I got a bit teary eyed while reading this.
I loved the parallels between Nine and John Smith's experiences especially this: "Don't you have someone to be with you?" she asked gently, coming around to the other side of the hospital bed, the one where his arm was not covered in bandages, IVs, and other monitoring equipment.
He shook his head, looking down at where his legs should be. The admission, more than his loss of limbs, felt like a failure. First he couldn't remember anything about his life before the forest, before finding her, and now there was no one to claim him, to say that he belonged with them, either as part of a family or a partner. He was, in every way, alone.
How Rose became his savior both physically and emotionally. Beautiful!
Thank you. That's precisely what I was working for, the hope you can still find in trauma and, mostly, that Rose will always be there. She saved the Doctor at the very beginning before and she can do it a thousands more times in a thousand different ways.
I'm glad you enjoyed and here, *hands over tissues*, I've learned my lesson when writing.
This had originally started off as a Ten story, who I'm more comfortable writing, but the stubborn war hero was much more Nine. And as things get written, they evolve, so out came Nine. I'm glad you found the Nine-ness in there.
And, strangely, that was almost a line I threw away. Glad I didn't. :)
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I loved the parallels between Nine and John Smith's experiences especially this:
"Don't you have someone to be with you?" she asked gently, coming around to the other side of the hospital bed, the one where his arm was not covered in bandages, IVs, and other monitoring equipment.
He shook his head, looking down at where his legs should be. The admission, more than his loss of limbs, felt like a failure. First he couldn't remember anything about his life before the forest, before finding her, and now there was no one to claim him, to say that he belonged with them, either as part of a family or a partner. He was, in every way, alone.
How Rose became his savior both physically and emotionally. Beautiful!
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I'm glad you enjoyed and here, *hands over tissues*, I've learned my lesson when writing.
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And I'm glad Rose came across as, well, Rose. I don't always have the best Rose voice but it's slowly getting there. :)
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he refused to use the word “crippled” or let anyone else use it to describe him.
strikes me as very Nine.
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And, strangely, that was almost a line I threw away. Glad I didn't. :)
Thank you for taking the time to read it.
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*bawls*
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And thank you for the, well, bawling. I'm glad it contained some emotional punch. :)
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