"Doctor! Do you really think you can just let her run away like that?" Amy yelled at The Doctor. "I mean you just let your pregnant girlfriend go running out in winter in 1906 for god's sake! Idiot!" Behind her Rory was shaking his head in agreement.
The Doctor didn't know what to say and the look on his face clearly showed that he was ashamed.
"She's mad at me." He could be really simple sometimes, almost childlike. "She hates me…" he trailed off.
With a sigh Amy moved forward to hold him. Rubbing his arm and tucking his head under her chin as he sat on the couch with a distant look in his eyes.
"She thinks I don't want Lucy. How could I not want Lucy! And she hates me and she thinks I don't love her. She doesn't think I love her enough to marry her and raise Lucy and keep her safe. She hates me! Charlotte thinks that I don't love her! Amy she thinks I don't love her or the baby." He had pulled away from Amy and stood, pacing in the way he does, his hands shaking franticly and running his hands through his hair.
"Amy how could she think I don't love her! Of course I love her, she's my Charlotte! She's my American, brunette, Brown eyes girl! She's having my baby! She's everything!" He stopped ranting, looked strait at Amy and Rory, "She's everythi-" he ran out the door before he could finish.
"Charlotte! Charlotte where are you! Charlotte please, where are you. I need you!" he was out of breath from running in the cold night air "I love you." It was a whisper. He'd been so blind. So, so bloody blind to not have seen why she was hurting.
The argument had taken place about an hour before he had started running and so it was well after eleven at night. It was dark and the Doctor had ran out so fast he didn't think to grab a lantern so his only light was the moon.
And knowing his Charlotte and the chill in the air, she had probably found trouble. And just as he though those words he heard a shriek
"DOCTOR!" It was her, definitely. He had heard her yell his name enough times to know it was her. He could hear her crying and followed the sound to a large tree where she was slumped against the base. Her 1906 style dress fanned around her. Her right hadnd was cradling her 5 month pregnant baby bump while her left arm dangled limply, a few tears in her dress and a massive one on her left shoulder. Even in the darkness of night he could tell she had been attacked by some sort of animal that had left a network of deep and shallow scrapes and cuts, bruises and tattered cloth as well as a bruise on her neck. She looked scared out of her mind but once she noticed it was him, she broke down. He moved to her quickly and held her face gently between his palms. He kissed her softly, then rested his forehead against her own.
"I love you." He said in a whisper. "I really truly do" and so that's how they were when Rory and Amy, as well as Matron Elisabeth found them.
Rory helped the Doctor lift Charlotte and Amy guided him to the house where they set about making Charlotte comfortable and started to bandage her shoulder and neck. All the while not making a fuss about the Matron calling her the Doctor's wife.