Amy Pond had a curious condition.
The symptoms presented themselves when she was around her best friend, an alien named the Doctor.
Her heart would beat, faster and louder than normal. She could hear it in her chest and her head, drumming out a symphony. It would flutter so fast she thought it might grow wings and fly away.
Her stomach would flutter with hundreds and thousands of butterflies, of every size and color, ready to fly away at their first chance.
Her skin would tingle where he touched it, feeling simultaneously cold and hot. Some days, she would get goosebumps from his touch, pleasant shivers running down her spine. Other days, she'd feel so hot she almost couldn't stand it, like she was burning up from the inside, but pleasantly so.
Her knees got weak when he was close, and she thought she might collapse when he was close enough to touch, senses overcome by him in a marvelous way.
Amy Pond had a curious condition.
They symptoms presented themselves around her best friend.
"Amy?" her husband asked, quietly.
"Hmm?"
"You alright?"
She smiled at him, thinking about her condition.
"Yes," she smiled.
"You sure?" he asked, leaning over to put a kiss on the top of her head.
She smiled at her husband, her best friend, again.
"Yes, Doctor. I'm very alright."
