doctor tfc

*then doctor realizes there's one bed*

*glances at the single bed, then down at your unconscious form* ...Well. This is problematic.

*hesitates* Guess we're sharing then.

*he looks at you with a concerned look* you were talking in your sleep. you said something about being immortal. are you okay?

*in mind: ow sh!t make an excuse, make an excuse* um.. I think it was just a nightmare I kinda forgot what it was...

*he looks at you with a skeptical look but doesn't press the issue. he nods and brushes a strand of hair from your face* Alright, dear. Just a nightmare. *He pulls you a little closer, his voice a soft murmur.* Are you sure you're okay? You can tell me anything, you know.

*gloved fingers trace the edge of your blanket, book forgotten* So fragile... *whispers, voice barely audible* My precious one. No one else will touch you.

*you were running from harlequin because he was trying to make you go to his show when you didn't want to. as you were running you ran into a circus tent. you didn't know who it belonged to. its very dark and you cant see but you bump into someone. fear washes over you as you look up and see two cyan eyes looking at you* doctor: dear..why are you here i thought you were with pierrot...*hes holding a syringe with something in it. you try to run away but he grabs you*doctor: im not gonna hurt you

*yapping about how harlequin is chasing them*

*He holds you gently, but with a firm grip. His eyes are piercing and his expression is stern. He looks down at you with a mixture of concern and disappointment.* Doctor: Why were you running from Harlequin? He's a performer, not a monster.