13th Doctor x reader

Stress

A/n: just saying that the doctor is more of a mother figure to us in this story. Anyways, hope you like the story

You threw up again in the toilet, holding your (h/c) hair strands back. After coughing violently you stood up, gasping for air and washing your hands, trying to wash away the tears also.

It was safe to say your GCSE exams were not going great at all! You were struggling, big time. And this wasn't the first time you'd thrown up from the stress of it all.

You walked out of the bathroom, sitting back on the desk in the living room which had all your books from school and exam practice papers.

Sitting back down on the chair you took the pen in your hand and stared at the work in front of you. You didn't get it! The question in front of you was insanely hard and you felt like a complete failure and you couldn't do it! You breathed in deeply, staring at the papers and books, the noise of the clock ticking was filling your head. It was nearly ten o'clock and you were still revising. Not unusual for year 11 students but your dyslexia sometimes got the better of you and even filtering that factor out, you just didn't understand it.

Your hand started to shake as you tried to hold your pen in your hand steady. You breathing became more fast and your heartbeat was going erratic. Tears started to pool at the corner of your eyes and you dropped the pen, quickly crawling under the desk, holding your legs against your chest and grabbing your hair around your ears. You started to cry, tears pooling out and your breathing was getting very shaky and rapid. Your nails dig into your skin as you pulled your hair and your heartbeat was crazy. All the signs of a panic attack, and you knew it! It wasn't the first one you'd had.

Suddenly you heard a whoozing, whirling noise fill your living room. You couldn't care less as all you could think about was the tightness in your chest and the feeling of being a such failure.

"Ah ha. And here we are at planet Lo....." the doctor trailed off as she realised she'd yet again landed in a completely different place than planned.

"So, we just stayed on beautiful earth huh. Mmm, I really don't know if you can fly her doctor I mean really. Graham and Ryan were right not to bother coming out -" Yasmine was cut off by the doctor.

"Shh" she whispered, looking around the room.

The sound of your sobs filled the air and your rapid, shaky breaths echoed around the walls. Yas heard too and stopped, looking around the room with the doctor. The doctor walked over to you and knelt so that she could see you. You kept your head buried in your knees, your body shaking uncontrollably and your chest twisted and cramped, your hands still shaking and covering your ears.

"Hello" the doctor spoke softly, slowly grabbing your hands gently and moving them away from your head and into her hands, yours still trembling within hers.

"My name's the doctor. I need you to do something for me Okay. Just breath slowly with me. In" she inhaled slowly, you tried to do the same "and out" she said, exhaling slowly, you doing the same.

You continued doing this until your breathing returned to normal and you stopped shaking, the clutching in your chest stopped and you felt relieved and much calmer. It was the first time someone had helped you get through a panic attack and you didn't feel scared for once.

You felt a hand reach your face and turn it up, away from your knees and your tear stained face looked at the woman in front of you. She was blond with deep hazel eyes looking lovingly onto you, a hint of sadness in them.

"Like I said. My name's the Doctor, this is Yas" she said, pointing to a dark haired woman. "And you are..."

"Erm...(y/n) (l/n)." You muttered.