Wolves and Feavers

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Who: Rose Tyler
Where: Rose's Room (J) to women's bathroom
When: Day 20, late afternoon
Invited: open side tag Isabel, Ami, Scott, Jack S. anyone in the caf at the time.
Status: Complete



She could see it, the burning of a world, home. The whole surface was burning as she was. And around it a million little fires. But there was satisfaction there even through the agony.

But she was burning, and she had to stop, even as she rode a shockwave that tossed her through space and time. Confusion, dizziness on top of agony. She cut off oxygen to her inside, thirty seconds was enough. But how could she do that? She had to save him, as he’d saved her. But oh, he was as burnt as she was. Death was imminent. Maybe for them both. This really could be the end.

Rose was burning. Every cell felt on fire. But the song was there. Beautiful music, soothing and comforting. It didn’t take away the pain, but it distracted her from it.

As she twisted on the sheets of the bed, in the throes of a nightmare or something else something appeared in the kitchen where others were gathered. As Ami curled up with Scott and Isabel felt isolated and no little depressed. Words faded into existence on the wall. Written in blue chalk, in huge letters.

BAD WOLF

Rose woke with a gasp. She was so cold. Sweat dampened her hair. Maybe that’s why she was cold. But wearing nothing but sweat damp scrubs didn’t help. She felt weak and shaky still, but she couldn’t stay in bed, not really tired now. Just so cold. She’d been burning, hadn’t she?

Scrubs. Right. She and the others had been wearing their own cloths when they’d been kidnapped. They had to be around in this place somewhere.

She wandered, glassy eyed, from the room. Now where would they put their cloths? Maybe she should shower first. She needed to get warm. She began to shiver. Yeah, shower, warm up first.