The Healing of Four Hearts
The rain beat furiously upon her skin, but she didn't react. She didn't feel anything anymore, so she remained curled up on the ground, unaware of her quickly numbing limbs.
He was her everything. Without him, there was no point in carrying on.
He had made her promise not to do anything reckless, offering his own promise in return. There was no way he would be able to keep his, so she saw no reason in keepings hers.
A strange sound—the kind of wheezing a machine would make if it could—served as the background noise to her progressively darker thoughts.
While she was typically an observant girl, she was too gone to notice the sudden appearance of a blue 1960's public call box in the middle of the forest.
She did notice the man, however, but he wasn't him, so she found no reason to acknowledge his presence.
"You'll catch your death if you stay like that," he pointed out as he crouched down beside her.
"Good." She wasn't sure if she had actually spoken or just thought the word very hard, but he seemed to understand her intentions regardless.
"It's never too late, you know. There's always something to live for."
She mentally scoffed at him, too tired to actually do so.
"Someone really did a number on you," he spoke softly, his gaze intent upon her.
The urge to cry grew the longer he stared at her—she wasn't sure why—but she had already sobbed her heart out. Well, what was left of her heart anyway.
The storm continued to rage, growing worse—almost unnaturally so—and the man knew it was time to leave. He stood up, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at her.
"You're just going to continue lying there if I leave, aren't you?" he sighed.
Bella closed her eyes. If the man wanted to leave, then she wouldn't stop him. Everyone kept leaving her anyway.
Her eyes slid back open when she felt her body being shifted from the cold ground to a pair of warm arms.
"Don't," she mumbled into his jacket.
She didn't want to leave. She just wanted to stay there and rot.
"No can do. Like I said, you're going to catch your death out here. And I make it a habit of keeping people alive."
Detachedly, she wondered how someone so scrawny looking could carry her, before passing out.
The man looked down at the unconscious girl in his arms. Memories of carrying a fiery redhead just a few hours before flitted through his cluttered thoughts. This trip was meant to take his mind off that, but instead, he was led to this peculiar girl.
He snapped his fingers, smiling softly as the door opened and closed behind them.
A/N: I realize this is short, but I just couldn't resist posting. I was tired of staring at the same 92 Doctor Who/Twilight crossovers, which I keep looking at, hoping more will suddenly appear.
I'm not sure if I'll be continuing this. It all depends on if inspiration strikes. I really hope it will.