Traveling with the Doctor is incredibly complicated. You'd think sitting in the TARDIS and traveling time would be an easier hobbyβ you'd be mistaken.
The easiest way to describe it would be chaotic but even then you'd be only scratching the surface.
There wouldn't be a time where you didn't return to the TARDIS with a new injury, or migraine, or something new to stress about. Yet, the Doctor was still as chip as ever.
Sometimes you wished you were a little more like him, a little more carefree and bubbly. But naturally you weren't.
Still, it was fun! That's why you hadn't left.
You were currently in the future, somewhere on a planet that you couldn't quite remember. Considering you were actually reeling in pain.
You were meant to be meeting with some alien government or something, and now you were left alone in a lobby of some kind.
"Don't touch anything when I'm gone." He had warnedβ you didn't listen. Duh.
To be fair it wasn't entirely your fault, sort of. He had left you alone with cool orb looking thingies, they were cute and colorful, who could blame you for wanting to touch them?
You felt your hand inch towards the floating balls of light, illuminating bright colors around the white room.
As soon as you got relatively close you felt a burning sensation shoot up your arm almost immediately. The pain making your hearing go out as you tripped backwards, landing on your ass, letting out a pained noise as you grasped onto your arm.
Squeezing your eyes shut as you try to level out your breathing.
The only thing to pull you out from your pain was the feeling of someone's hand on your hair, then another hand trying to gently pull your arm away from yourself.
"You're alright, love." The Doctor spoke, making your eyes open, "Let's see."
Mumbling something about 'I told you' under his breath as he looked at the burns on your hand.