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staircasetotheclouds2013-11-05 01:10 am
makingsouffles) wrote in staircasetotheclouds2013-11-05 01:10 am
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[Oswin's not sure how long she's been here.
The staff all call her Clara, because that's apparently the name they've got on file for her. Clara Oswald, diagnosed with acute visual and auditory hallucinations all centering around this Doctor figure she's obviously dreamed up. What sort of man, the doctors (the proper ones) ask, travels in a police box, of all things? How could she have possibly seen the wonders of the universe when she's been living here for years?
How could she have been transformed into another being when she's been perfectly human all her life?
They might pump her full of drugs, but when she's alert, Oswin is just as bright and crafty as ever, messing with every bit of technology and otherwise wreaking havoc upon the hospital in order to attempt to find some way out. Which is why she's normally kept heavily sedated. She's already given an orderly a nasty black eye and several others also bear marks attributed to Oswin's fury whenever the doctors attempt to tell her that her life, everything that it had ever been, was a lie. A dream, just like before.
She's curled up on a couch in the mostly-empty dayroom at the moment, knees pulled up to her chest and gazing longingly at the weak sunlight outside. The Doctor will save her, Oswin knows. He'll come for her and take her away from this place as soon as he can find her. She's not even sure how she got from the TARDIS to here, but he'd still be able to find her. He always did. And she refused to believe that everything she'd loved was all a lie.]
The staff all call her Clara, because that's apparently the name they've got on file for her. Clara Oswald, diagnosed with acute visual and auditory hallucinations all centering around this Doctor figure she's obviously dreamed up. What sort of man, the doctors (the proper ones) ask, travels in a police box, of all things? How could she have possibly seen the wonders of the universe when she's been living here for years?
How could she have been transformed into another being when she's been perfectly human all her life?
They might pump her full of drugs, but when she's alert, Oswin is just as bright and crafty as ever, messing with every bit of technology and otherwise wreaking havoc upon the hospital in order to attempt to find some way out. Which is why she's normally kept heavily sedated. She's already given an orderly a nasty black eye and several others also bear marks attributed to Oswin's fury whenever the doctors attempt to tell her that her life, everything that it had ever been, was a lie. A dream, just like before.
She's curled up on a couch in the mostly-empty dayroom at the moment, knees pulled up to her chest and gazing longingly at the weak sunlight outside. The Doctor will save her, Oswin knows. He'll come for her and take her away from this place as soon as he can find her. She's not even sure how she got from the TARDIS to here, but he'd still be able to find her. He always did. And she refused to believe that everything she'd loved was all a lie.]