#notexactlythe10th

[missysrehabilitation]

“ it's nothing. hurts like hell but -- i've dealt with worse. “ (notexactlythe10th)

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“Right, okay, sure you look fine to me,” Missy drawled as she forced the Doctor to take a seat. “How exactly do you think bleeding out is going to help in the long-term?”

[missysrehabilitation]

Trace [from my fem 10- notexactlythe10th]

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Missy clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as she ran her finger nail along the length of the Doctor’s spine, pausing in her actions when she arrived at a cluster of hardened skin that formed a particularly angry looking scar. It was clearly an old wound, but appeared to have certainly made its mark. Curiosity getting the better of her- the Mistess hated when she didn’t know something- she found herself gently tracing the scar while humming in consideration.

“Where’s this one from?” She asked, accent for once soft and inviting- or at least she hoped it was. “I certainly didn’t give it to you...”

[missysrehabilitation]

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Missy rolled over in bed, her thoughts momentarily clear as she heard and felt the familiar buzzing of a Tardis surrounding her. As she became more awake, however, she realised she didn’t know where exactly she was- or how she had got here.

In an instant, she had jumped up in a panic, throwing the sheets back as she surveyed the room. Ah yes, the alternative time line, it was all coming back to her now. Fleeting memories weren’t the only things coming back to Missy. There was a terrible ache in her left arm that was throbbing. Pulling down her sleeve, she resolutely ignored the pain and found herself heading blindly in the direction of the bathroom.