Butterflies in Her Stomach
River and the doctor had been travelling linear for two weeks now. Two weeks ago they both received a goodbye from the ones dear to both of their hearts, they said goodbye to Amelia Pond and Rory Williams. They both were still pretty upset about and depressed. They slept together every night, but every morning he would be back in the TARDIS console room long before she ever woke. Only once in the two weeks did they make love.
It was night right after Manhattan. They had made love countless time, but this time was different. He clung on to her so tightly, as if he was afraid that she would fade away like her parents. She could feel his love, like warmth coming from a fire. He was so passionate, unlike any time before. Usually when they made love it was rough, and they both couldn't get enough of each other. He was always gentle with her, but never before had he been that gentle. The doctor treated River like she was fragile, and could break any second.
But, they rarely saw each other during the days. He spent the time dinking and playing with the TARDIS controls and systems. Sometimes, she would feel a large shudder and an explosion. After the accident he would always come into their room and make sure she was alright.
River, on the other hand, would either spend her days in bed or in the bathroom. She would often vomit at least five times a day, and the time she didn't spend vomiting, she had a massive headache and was lying in bed. The only time she could ever drift back to sleep is when he was with her.
She didn't know what was wrong with her, Timelords usually don't get sick. She didn't dare tell the doctor about how she felt, he had enough to worry and stress about for now. She never had an appetite anymore. She had been vomiting for three days, and hasn't eaten a thing for two of them.
River would sometimes feel a bit dizzy and woozy. She just assumed it was her not eating anything and just lie back down in bed. She would also feel this slight tingling sensation in her stomach every once and a while. It sort of felt like butterflies in her stomach, but stronger.
It was nearing ten on a Tuesday night. The doctor was starting to head to their room. He softly knocks on the door, and within seconds River is there to greet him. She misses him gravely during the days, he smiles at her.
"Hello Sweetie." She says with her trademark smirk.
He smiles and says, "So Professor Song, what have you been up to today?"
"Oh the usual stuff." She flirts, but all of the sudden she feels a wave of nausea overcome her. She sprints to the bathroom at incredible speed.
She hunches down in her usual position and vomit begins to leak out of her mouth. The doctor is by her side almost instantly. He holds back her hair and rubs her back. River's throat burns from the acid that comes up with the vomit.
She had been vomiting for at least a minute now and the doctor was starting to get worried. He stared thought about what could be wrong with her, was she ill? But Timelords don't get sick. Or do they?
The vomit pouring from River's mouth slowed down. When she was finished the doctor released her hair from his grasp. Although she knew leaning her head on the toilet seat is very unsanitary, she did it anyways. The seat was hard and cold on her head, but it was comfy.
The doctor stood up and filled a cup with water for her to drink. He walked over towards her and sat down on his knees. He held the cup out for her to take, and she did. River gulped the water down quickly, it soothed her headache momentarily. She set the glass down on the tile floor, and looked over at the doctor.
Her eyes looked in so much pain, it broke his hearts. Her beautiful green eyes never lied. He could tell every emotion that she was feeling, just by looking at her eyes. He knew as a fact that her eyes are the most beautiful things in the universe.
She was beginning to tear up slightly. He noticed this so he opened up his arms to invite her into an embrace. She practically flew and latched onto the doctor.
"Hey, don't cry River. It is alright." He attempted to calm her.
River just continued to sob louder and louder. He could feel the shoulder of his shirt becoming saturated in her tears. He moved his legs and sat cross legged. She moved into a position on him and practically sat on his lap, he didn't mind though. The doctor wrapped his arm around her body; he leaned down and softly kissed her forehead. She gave a slight smile at this. He wiped away her tears with his spare arm.
He ever so kindly asked her, "River, what's wrong?"
She shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I really don't know what is."
He looked at her with a worrisome look plastered on his defined face.
"Do you know how long you have been vomiting?"
River sighed and looked at the floor. She had been vomiting for nearly two weeks now, it was the first time he had saw her vomit, she had not wanted to do a Med Scan because the doctor would have figured out that she had done one and panicked. He had enough to worry and stress about, and possibly even be sad about.
She replied just above a whisper and mumbled, "Nearly two weeks."
His eyes widened. He sighed and kindly asked her, "Why didn't you tell me after you vomited the first time, you know that Timelords usually don't get sick?"
She looked into his eyes she gulped, "I thought you had enough to worry about and stress over already."
He looked into her eyes and realized what she was referring to, Amy and Rory. The doctor's eyes started to feel wet. A single fat tear rolled down his cheek. Her hand moved to it and wiped it away, he gave a slight smile about her. He had worried more about his feelings than her own personal health.
"But you were, are ill. That is more important than my feelings anyway River." He apologized.
"No it isn't sweetie." She ran her fingers over his strong defined cheek bones. He wrapped his other arm around her and scooped her up.
"Where are we going Husband?" she said.
"To the Med Bay, Wife." He mimicked and sang back to her.
They had no clue what was wrong with her, but they soon were about to find out.
-TBC-