You laid on a bed, not a normal one… a hospital bed, although it was a dark and shady room filled with wires connecting to certain monitors all around your body… You don’t remember the exact reason why you’re here.

You remember dying… that’s it. Dying. In his arms, in which Dottore couldn’t accept. Your body was badly bruised, covered in scars and your vision a blur. Yet he still looked at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the entire world.

His favorite “Test subject.”