"Wha...t?" You question the air, as your vision remains blurred for a few moments after the awakening following your shortened slumber. You lay on the hard ground beneath your back for a moment, your vision deciding to level out now, so you stand, creating a new blanket of nausea.
After wobbling a bit, you steady yourself and rub your eyes free of the sleepiness that still lingers in them. You yawn and stretch, scanning the perimeter.
Ah, you're here. This place brings back some embarrassing memories... You were currently in your best friend's bright green apartment. Why he even fancied such a bright color, let alone brighten it, by any means. You dust off your jeans that you fell asleep in last night, and wander his large apartment in remembrance.
This was such a horrid day. You were scared of thunder and lighting, or any means of nature-produced electricity or menacing sound. It was a stupid fear, and you in the present agree with that. You were huddled near a corner, like the scared child you were at the time, and your ears closed around your ears as tight as they could, but the sound of thunder boomed in your ears as it echoed in the black apartment.
"Hello?" Someone called as another cry of thunder leaped through the sky, booming in your ears, making you whimper pathetically. By the time you trusted the sky to not make that horrible noise again, you lift your head and look at the voice's direction.
Your [E/C] eyes connected with metallic silver ones for a spilt second before a boom of thunder caused you to lurch forward, clinging to the stranger.
In your ear, the person purred, "It'll be okay..."
Turns out? It was, indeed, fine. The power had just gone out for a couple hours, despite the fact that he was coming to tell you exactly that, he stayed with you the entire time. He's such a good best friend.
As you come back down to Earth and round a corner, you catch sight of your little Doctorate. You grin and sneak up behind him, lacing your arms around his waist. "Hey, Scratch..."
You hear his low laugh and smile, as he turns in your loose grip, hugging you back. "Welcome back to the living, ___."
You chuckle at the usual calm, collected Doctor's joke, and nuzzle into his white sweater.