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Title: Escapar
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2750
When he found Olivia, she was lying unconscious in the middle of an empty corridor. He immediately rushed over to her, checking for injuries. To his relief, there were no signs of violence or of a struggle, but that didn’t change the fact that she was on the ground, unconscious for no apparent reason. “Ollie?” he asked softly, crouching down beside her and touching her shoulder.
She groaned, turning her head and at first blinking up at him, but her expression quickly grew alarmed, and she recoiled. “Who are you?”
At that reaction, the Doctor could only stare, shocked. He recovered his composure as quickly as he could, though he found her expression as unsettling as her words. “It’s me, Ollie. The Doctor,” he explained gently, staying where he was so as not to startle her further as his mind raced through the possibilities of what this could mean.
She began to pull herself to a sitting position, eyeing him suspiciously. “I don’t need a doctor. Why do you keep calling me that?”
( The unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach grew. 'That’s your name. You’re Olivia,' he said slowly, watching her very carefully. 'Don’t you remember?' )
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2750
When he found Olivia, she was lying unconscious in the middle of an empty corridor. He immediately rushed over to her, checking for injuries. To his relief, there were no signs of violence or of a struggle, but that didn’t change the fact that she was on the ground, unconscious for no apparent reason. “Ollie?” he asked softly, crouching down beside her and touching her shoulder.
She groaned, turning her head and at first blinking up at him, but her expression quickly grew alarmed, and she recoiled. “Who are you?”
At that reaction, the Doctor could only stare, shocked. He recovered his composure as quickly as he could, though he found her expression as unsettling as her words. “It’s me, Ollie. The Doctor,” he explained gently, staying where he was so as not to startle her further as his mind raced through the possibilities of what this could mean.
She began to pull herself to a sitting position, eyeing him suspiciously. “I don’t need a doctor. Why do you keep calling me that?”
( The unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach grew. 'That’s your name. You’re Olivia,' he said slowly, watching her very carefully. 'Don’t you remember?' )
