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I rubbed my forehead with my hand and grimaced. This headache is getting out of hand. I sighed and sat down in the car-seat couch and closed my eyes. The doctor turned on the tradis and sent the machine into a bombardment of loud and sudden sounds and lights so bright I was able to see them through my eye lids
"Doctor." I murmured. "Turn it off." The sounds stopped.
"Rose?" I felt him sitting down next to me. "Rose, are you alright?"
"Something's trying to get outta my head!" I bursted out crying. The pain was just too much. "I got a wicked headache." I felt his arm around my back and his body move closer.
"Rest your head on my shoulder." I did. "Dose anything else hurt?"
"No." I whispered, quieting down.
"Did you look into the trades' soul again?" I felt my stomach turn, remembering the time horrible experience when I absorbed time energy.
"Alright, then." I felt his hand brush hair away from my face. "Just rest, then."
"I want to
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