Twelve times he had gone through th

Twelve times he had gone through the agonizing shock of regeneration.
Twelve times he lost control of himself, lost his memories and slowly and painfully regained them.
Always slightly dazed and confused at first, catching up again with his surroundings, with his body, with his companions, if he had any.
The last time he was lucky: a thousand years of knowledge and craziness reborn in a young body, gangly and uncoordinated yes, but strong and buzzing with energy.
This time he could feel it wasn’t so smooth. He could feel a certain amount of stiffness, some tiredness even before the regeneration was complete, down to the bone, as if the new body was already used, and worn, and raggedy.
He was the raggedy man, last time he presented his new self to a very young Amelia Pond, but only because his clothes were crumpled and he was confused and the Tardis was burning, and all was upside down, well beyond his control.
Now he felt raggedy inside.
He moved clumsily, trying to grab the Tardis console and stand, and felt someone by his side steadying him. A small voice, a little bit shaken, addressing him “Doctor, are you all right?”
Big eyes, round face, lovely hair.
“My Sarah Jane! I’m not bloody all right, am I? Rough regeneration, isn’t it?”
“I’m not Sarah Jane”
“You’re not?”
He was halfway slumped, halfway standing, one arm across the console, the other wrapped to the shoulder of the lovely big eyes-round face, staring at him, concerned.
“Not Sarah Jane… no. Not Rose either, you’re not blond. Because Rose is blond, even Martha knows that and is upset, because I’m a dirty old man longing for blond girls! But that was the other me, some time ago… So…”
He tried to straighten himself, putting the girl at arm length and using her shoulders as leverage. He was dizzy again and puffed out some vortex energy.
“Clara!”
Big eyes-round face smiled warmly, looking intently as the Doctor collected his bearings.
Clara, the girl who had travelled through all of his timelife to save him again and again: she knew all about his regenerations, she knew how it worked and how dangerous it could be sometimes, and she knew that his face would change, all of his body would change into someone else entirely.

結果 (中文) 1:

十二次他经历了再生的痛苦冲击。十二次他失去控制住了自己，失去了他的记忆，缓慢而痛苦地恢复了他们。总是有点茫然和困惑首先，赶上再次与周围的环境，用他的身体，和他的同伴，如果他有任何。最后一次他很幸运: 一千年的知识和疯狂重生在一个年轻的身体，瘦长和不协调的是，但强和能量嗡嗡作响。这次他能感觉到它并不平坦。他能感觉到一定的刚度，甚至再生在完成之前，只剩下了骨头，仿佛这一新机构是已经使用过，并佩戴，和拉格迪奥恩有些疲倦。他上次的邋遢的男人，他提出了他的新自我到一个非常年轻的爱米丽亚池塘，但仅仅是因为他的衣服被弄皱他纳闷 Tardis 一直在燃烧，和所有已经颠倒，远远超出他的控制。现在他觉得破里面。他笨拙地，移动试图抓住的 Tardis 控制台和立场，并感觉到有人在他身边扶住他。一个细小的声音，有点动摇，称呼他"医生，你好吗?"大大的眼睛，圆圆的脸，那可爱的头发。"我莎拉 · 简!我不是血腥好吧，是我吗?粗糙的再生，不是吗?""我不是莎拉 · 简""你不是吗?"他是半路消沉、 中途站，跨控制台的一只胳膊，另换到可爱的大眼睛轮脸，盯着他，有关的肩膀。"不莎拉 · 简...没有。不升也，你不是金发。因为玫瑰是金发碧眼，甚至玛莎知道并且被打乱，因为我渴望金发女孩老色鬼!但那是另一个我，前段时间...这样啊..."他试图挺直身子，把那个女孩放在手臂长度和作为杠杆使用她的肩膀。他又感到一阵晕眩，挺起一些涡能量。"克拉拉!"大眼睛轮脸笑了热忱，定睛医生收集他的轴承。克莱拉，走过所有的他 timelife 又一次救他的女孩: 她知道所有关于他的再生，她知道它是如何工作和如何危险的它可能是有时，和她知道，他的脸将会改变，所有他的身体将会完全变成别人。

結果 (中文) 3:

十二次，他经历了痛苦的冲击，再生。十二次他失去了自己的控制，失去了记忆，慢慢地、痛苦地重新获得了他们。总是有点茫然和困惑在第一，赶超再次与他周围的环境，与他的身体，与他的同伴，如果他有任何。上一次他是幸运的：一千年的知识和疯狂，重生在一个年轻的身体，瘦长，不协调的是，但坚强和充满了能量。这一次，他觉得这不是那么顺利。他能感觉到一定的刚度，即使在再生完全疲惫，去骨，如果新的身体已经习惯，破旧褴褛。他褴褛的男人，他最后一次提出他的新的自我，一个非常年轻的Amelia Pond，只是因为他的衣服皱巴巴的，他很困惑和TARDIS是燃烧，都是颠倒的，远远超出了他的控制。现在他觉得这里面。他笨拙地移动，试图抓住TARDIS控制台和站在他身边，觉得他一个人支撑。一个小小的声音，有点动摇，称呼他为“医生，你还好吗？”“大眼睛，圆圆的脸，可爱的头发。“我的莎拉简！我不是血腥的好，是吗？粗再生，是不是？““我不是莎拉简”“你不是吗？“他半个半瘫倒，半个半臂，一只胳膊穿过了控制台，另一只手裹着可爱的大眼睛的肩膀，凝视着他，担心。“不是莎拉简…不，不，你不是金发。因为玫瑰是金色的，甚至玛莎也知道这是不安的，因为我是一个肮脏的老男人向往的金发女孩！但那是另一个我，一段时间…………”他试图使自己挺直，把女孩放在手臂的长度，并用她的肩膀作为杠杆。他又晕又气又抽了出来。克拉拉！“大眼睛圆圆的脸上露出了微笑，当医生收了他的方位时，他很专注地看着他。克拉拉，谁曾走遍了所有他的TimeLife连连救他的女孩：她知道所有关于他的再生，她知道它是如何工作的，这有多危险的时候，她知道他的脸会变，所有他的身体会变成其他的什么人。