The Girl Who Could no Longer Wait
By Jessamine
And with another adventure come and passed, Amelia Pond wondered when the next would
arrive. What would her and the Doctor do once he came back? Would it be another grand time filled
with the usual amount of peril? All would be answered when the man dared to knock to the door, as he
always did.
Knock.
The white walls began to flash back into view, her dark hair completely contrast to it. She lie with
no strength to her arms, eyes barely able to remain open. The white still remained as all facts of the
situation began to run back into her mind. The reality of the situation dawned so suddenly.
Amelia jumped as the door opened, even crawling back into the corner of the room to which she always
resided in. She tucked her arms into herself, perhaps trying to protect the vital organs the villains
would try to harm.
The usual face was shown, and with his slight smile, Amy relaxed. This boy was alright. He could be
trusted, as so many adventures had been shared with him as well. Even if he was different than the
one to which held her heart, even if he didn't feel the same way or remember any of the times they
were together, she would still love to look into those caring blue eyes. She would still love the Rory
Williams of this world.
"Amy, are you alright? Do you want to participate in group time?" His caring and gentle voice asked,
dirty blonde locks of hair falling. Some hid his eyes, yet the small smile and awkward posture was the
same.
Amy avoided eye contact, shaking her head.
"I-I don't like the others.. T-They laugh.. T-They l-laugh at me.." She stuttered with her words, cheeks
becoming slightly pink at the thought of her blurred speech. She hated to talk with him, as she couldn't
tell the boy's exact opinion to her.
He slapped a hand to the clipboard, blue attire bouncing from the walls of the confined white room.
Rory thought for a moment, simply staring into the green eyes he often was met by.
This was his assigned case, the one to which he would spend many months, maybe years with. The
hospital he worked to was rather odd, matching patients and doctors for the patient's stay. He just so
happened to get Amelia Pond, a rather delusional girl. She was beautiful, he was positive of that fact.
On her good days, she could be noted as the happiest and smartest woman to the building. Maybe
even smarter than him.
On her bad days, however, nothing seemed to be able to reach the girl. She retreated into her own
world, muttering and rocking while still being very verbal. She would shout names, locations, stuttering
over them. The period of time to which Amelia was lost varied with each episode, one even lasting as
long as three days. She would need to be given nutrients through a needle, everything needed to be
done for her.
There was one detail that never changed in this time, though. The main idea behind all of these
episodes was a single man. She had given him a name, and he was known as the "Doctor" to all
around her. Even to her good days, she would talk about him. She would go on and on to Rory about
the fun times she would have with this man. He noted her as always being the most cheerful when her
thoughts were to him. Sometimes, she would mutter of Rory being included on the adventures the
Doctor and her shared. Perhaps that was her idea of the two spending time together, he thought.
Maybe that was her way of letting him know that he was important enough to be included in her fun.
Somehow, in a twisted way, he found himself smiling over that fact.
Rory sighed slightly, smile still stuck to his face.
"Amy, would you rather take a walk? We could pace around on the grounds if you wish. You can tell me
all about your recent adventures with the Doctor." It was extremely hard to get the girl to leave her
cell-like room. Nothing was owned to her to keep her busy. It wasn't that she would harm herself, it
was just that she wouldn't spend time doing anything else but fantasizing about the man in her
delusions. It was almost her obsession. Sometimes, Rory found himself worrying about her more than
he should.
Amy smiled meekly, nodding.
She was allowed to wear a loose hoody and pair of jeans while most others could not. There were no
strings to the deep blue hoody, yet it seemed perfectly normal and warm. Perhaps giving her one
normal item to her name was a good thing, a familiar thing. She had been to the institution for nearly
eighteen years, and not even the same building. She had been moved several times within the years,
having nothing to her name within all of it. Only a single hoody and pair of jeans. Almost laughable, yet
no one issued a single chuckle.
She raised from the ground, stuffing her hands into her pocket, not before shoving the hood over
her head, though. She hated to be looked at, to be judged. Whether the other patients did laugh at
the girl was unknown to Rory, but he allowed the girl to hide herself. Anything to make her willing to
step out of the cell.
She stepped past him, allowing the nurse to close the door. He turned back to her, smile still there.
"Shall we go, Amelia Pond?" He asked, willing the girl to take another step further. She withdrew
slightly into her hoody, face in the shadow of the hood. She smiled, nodding again. Pink was spread to
her cheeks, and that fact only made Rory's smile slightly increased.
"Yes, Mr. Rory."