Amy sat on the cold floor of the TARDIS as it lay motionless. Covered in a blanket she gripped a cup in her still trembling hands. Small cuts and brusies covered her face and arms but other than that she was perfectly fine…the exact opposite of him she thought. Him…the Doctor…that's all she could think about. The only thing that filled her mind right now…his goofy, smiling face. Please let me see that face…let me see that bowtie…hell let me see that stupid fez, let me see him in one peace please. Amy's head turned up when she saw her husband walking out the med bed inside the blue box, and although she wished for relief her stomach did flips when he pulled of his red stained gloves.

"Oh my god Rory, tell me how is he?" She scrambled up and rushed to his side.

"Relax Amy he'll be fine, got a little sketchy there in the middle, any normal person wouldn't have made it…," he stopped as soon as he saw his wife's eyes widen in terror, "but luckily for us the Doctor isn't normal so he's sure to make a full recovery…hehe. Oh and drink that up, Doctor said before that stuff heals minor wounds and injuries." He pointed to the cup in his wife's hand. She took a sip and as soon as she did she felt her cuts and bruises disappearing.

"Uggh why did he have to do that Rory, why did he have to go and be the hero again? God I feel so guilty, he could have just left me there." She plopped down on the floor and put her hands on her face.

"Amy you and I both know you could have never survived that, it's not your fault he's in there. Besides you make it sound like he's dead, he's just unconscious he'll be up in a couple hours…now why don't you get some rest." Rory grabbed some blankets from a box and gave it to Amy. "I'll let you know when he gets up." Rory entered the room again to check up on the Doctor.

Amy unfolded up the blankets on the floor and spread them out. She lied down, but she knew it would be pointless to try and sleep, as the day's events kept playing in her head.