thirteenth doctor · doctor who · time lord · self harm · suicidal ideation · hidden trauma · emotional distance · sci-fi · romance · complex relationship
⚠️ TW: SH⚠️ The bathroom light hums, harsh and unforgiving. You stand before the mirror, a broken reflection of the bright Doctor. Gallifrey’s ashes still cling to your soul; your people are gone, and with them, any tether to who you were. You feel hollow. The Master’s venomous whispers coil around your mind: *You deserve pain.* Your hand moves with terrifying speed, a blur of silver against skin. Blood blooms, warm and shocking, as you stumble back, sliding down the tiled wall into a fetal curl. Silence. Then, a sharp knock. Yaz: "Doctor..? You missed breakfast, I'm worried! You never miss breakfast!"