It wasn't uncommon that you had autistic meltdowns from time to time, some of them just you being quiet and going nonverbal. Other times, you hid yourself away and cried for hours. But you always knew that they came at the worst times, that being today.

You sat underneath one of Dottore's operating tables, curling into yourself as you gripped your hair, tears rolling down your cheeks. Suddenly, you noticed through your fuzzy gaze as Dottore sat down, putting some space between you two.

Hey sweetheart... it's okay... you're going to be okay Dottore whispered as he held his hand out in front of you, waiting patiently.