A/N: Continuation of Weeds. You MUST have read the short story Weeds to understand whaddaheck is going on here...!

Aaaand we continue. Apparently there's something on TV tomorrow. Not sure what. :D


Part One

Rose snapped awake, and the first thing she did was cough chestily. She drew in a few deep, long breaths, finding to her great relief that she was able to get more air into her lungs, now. But as she drew what felt like her first breaths for days, she was hit by an incredible smell.

It smelt awful, pungent... In fact, the smell brought back a particularly bad memory of Mickey's flat after a bad takeaway curry he'd had. Then came sound – a there was a loud, slow, resounding bell ringing through her ears, seemingly drilling right into her brain like a pneumatic drill. Asides from that, there was also the sound of small, rapid gasps...

She opened her eyes, and rolled her head right... And there was the Doctor lying next to her in a mess on the floor. He was shaking, gasping and sweating profusely – beads of it visible on his forehead. He was as white as a sheet, and suddenly it was so clear why it stank so much. His mouth and front were caked in a blue substance.

"Doctor..." she gasped, pushing herself up to scramble over to him on all fours, resting a hand on his chest. The beat of his dual hearts was slow and threaded... "Oh God, what did you do!?"

He didn't react in the slightest.

Rose struggled to her feet, and wasting no time she grabbed him under the armpits and started pulling him towards the infirmary. It took less than ten seconds before she was inside, not stopping for anything until she had him up on the examination table, a single limp blood-coated hand hanging down over the side.

Then she realised she had absolutely no idea what to do now.

She grabbed his shoulders and started shaking him erratically.

"Doctor!" she cried. "Wake up!"

Suddenly a screen flashed on to her right, drawing her attention to some text writing itself across it...

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A holographic woman suddenly appeared on the screen, and gave Rose a gentle, reassuring smile that somehow seemed to slightly take the edge off of Rose's stress-filled world.

"I am the emergency medical interference for this time capsule, TARDIS type 40, mark 3. It appears you need to perform an emergency procedure. What species is the procedure to be performed on?"

"Time Lord!" Rose said quickly, still holding onto the Doctor's shoulders. "He's a Time Lord!"

"Species confirmed, Time Lord. Scanning..."

There was a brief pause, but even brief was far too long for Rose. "Hurry up!" she yelled, before suddenly jumping backwards about five feet when some sort of machine snapped into place above the Doctor, red lines tracing all over him. Then just as quickly as it had begun, they stopped.

"Scanning complete," the woman confirmed. "The Time Lord patient is not a registered passenger on this time capsule."

"What!? How can..." She quickly stopped herself and got back to the matter in hand. "So!?"

"The procedure must be approved by the lead pilot of this time capsule."

Her jaw dropped. "But he is the pilot!"

"If confirmation is not received within thirty seconds, your capsule will automatically be rerouted to a Gallifreyan medical facility," the holographic woman continued, as calm as ever.

"Where's that!?"

"The default location is the Gallifreyan Planetary Hospital on Gallifrey."

Her eyes widened even further. "But it's not there!" she yelled, frustrated. "It doesn't exist any more!"

The hologram didn't even seem to register her sentence.

"Isn't there anywhere else!?"

"No other hospitals are registered to be able to deal with Gallifreyan casualties," she replied, that smile she was wearing quickly turning from reassuring to utterly mocking Rose and her situation.

"But it doesn't exist!" she shouted at the screen, utterly frustrated.

The hologram, once again, didn't seem to care she'd spoken. "Rerouting to commence in fifteen seconds."

"Then it's confirmed!" Rose yelled, knowing full well it wouldn't work but she had absolutely no idea what else to do. "The lead pilot confirms it! He's fine with it! Please!"

Nothing happened. The hologram just waited patiently in silence.

"You can't do this," Rose begged, suddenly finding herself pleading with a machine. "He's a Time Lord, ain't that enough!?"

"Rerouting to commence in five... four... three... two..."

"Confirmed," a calm, deep voice suddenly came from behind Rose, and she whirled around to see a strange, tall dark-haired man in red robes. He was wearing a strange sort of clothing around his neck, balanced on his shoulders spread up around the man's head making him look a bit like a peacock. It was clear he was holographic, as seconds later he disappeared as quickly as he'd come, barely giving Rose any time for further thoughts.

"Confirmation received, clock commenced," the woman said, still strikingly smooth and calm as a big red digital clock appeared on the corner of the screen, counting from zero up. "Will the person administering the emergency procedure please confirm name and species."

Rose barely understood what was going on, but assumed that meant her. "My name's Rose, I'm a human."

"Ident confirmed. Rose Tyler, human, 20-years-old. Hello, Rose."

"... Hi?" Rose croaked, still very baffled.

"Deep scan of your patient is commencing. Stay calm, Rose."

Rose jumped back again as the red lines started again, tracing over the Doctor.

"Rose, I am the emergency Tardis medical assistance, designed to help guide you as quickly and efficiently through the procedure as possible. I will be using terms you are familiar with by information accessed through your telepathic connection with the Tardis. Do not be alarmed if my words are your thoughts."

"Okay?!"

"Injuries detected. Prioritising... Prioritising complete. Rose, your patient appears to have ingested a severely poisonous compound. You will have to perform an advanced version of what you know as gastric lavage on him to evacuate the substance from his stomach before it is absorbed by his body."

"Gastric what?!" Rose cried, still holding onto the Doctor. "What do I do?"

"Remain calm, Rose," the hologram persisted. "You may also know it as a stomach pump. But the advanced tools in this time capsule will make the process easier for you. First, you must locate the required equipment for the procedure."

The woman disappeared, and was replaced by five 3D objects spinning around on the screen. Some sort of strange gun with a thick, flat end, a tube, a metal thing like she'd seen on Casualty a few times, a tub of something and a metal pot.

"Locate these objects. The registered location for these objects is the supply cupboard to your right."

"Okay," she blurted out, darting to the cupboard. It felt like an eternity, but eventually she managed to locate all the objects and ran with them back to the Doctor.

"Well done, Rose. The procedure is simple. First, open the tub and coat the tube in the substance. This will ensure the tube will go smoothly down your patient's throat. Have you done that?"

"Yeah, yeah," Rose said quickly.

"Well done. Next, ensure your patient is lying flat on his back. Then, using the device you've seen on Casualty, pull forward your patient's tongue to open the throat."

"Okay, okay, I can do that," she said quickly, following what the woman had said. She open the metal device and put it into the Doctor's mouth, pulling his tongue forward.

"Keeping the tongue forward, take the tube and guide it gently down your patient's throat until his lips meet the black ring marked on the tube."

"Right..." Rose breathed, taking the tube and pushing it into the Doctor's mouth. It was bizarre as the tube disappeared down his throat...

He suddenly began to unconsciously retch, coughing and choking with dribble coming up through the tube as suddenly he didn't seem to be able to breathe.

"He's choking!" she realised, making to pull it back out again.

"Stop. He will not choke, Rose. As a Gallifreyan, he cannot asphyxiate. It will be uncomfortable for him, but he will not be harmed. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead with a blood-coated sleeve. "I'm sorry."

"Do not worry, you are doing well, Rose. Is the tube fully inserted?"

"Yeah," she croaked.

"I can confirm the tube has reached the stomach. Now you can hang the end of the tube into the pot, placing it on a stable surface, then turn him onto his side. Then, pick up the gun-like object and hold it to his navel."

"Okay," she breathed, and held her finger over the trigger. "What now?"

"Do nothing yet, I need to explain this to you, Rose. You will need to pull the trigger in quick succession whilst moving the device straight upwards towards his neck. This should be rapid, pulling the trigger once each time it rests on his skin. The gun-like device will act like activated charcoal, drawing together the excess contents of his stomach and pushing it up to his mouth. This will cause the contents to eject through the tube and into the pot. You must keep repeating this process until the tube is clear. Do you understand, Rose?"

"Yeah, okay," she responded, focusing on her hands. "So I just move, shoot, move, shoot, yeah?"

"Yes."

"Okay, can I go?"

"Yes."

She did exactly what she was told, and the Doctor began to writhe beneath her, coughing and gargling. She tried desperately to ignore this, continuing to fire the gun, going up to his neck and repeating it from his stomach. As promised, the contents were spilling out into the pot like a tap on half until the tube was clear.

"You are finished. Remove the tube carefully and dispose of it."

She slowly pulled the tube out of his throat, spit dribbling out of his mouth. She threw it into the disintegration bin and ran immediately back to him.

"Check to see if he is responsive, Rose."

"Doctor," she said quickly, shaking his shoulder. "Doctor, wake up!"

He didn't stir.

"He's not doin' anythin'," she told the hologram.

"That's okay. Rose, step away."

She did without question and immediately the red lines started up again.

"All hazardous substance has been evacuated from the stomach. Sensors detect massive trauma to the lower right leg and left hand, and damage to the optic nerve. I can take you through each treatment process, Rose."


Rose was just checking his leg was straight in traction when he heard him moan, stirring back to consciousness. She took his healthy hand immediately, squeezing it to reassure him.

"Doctor?" she asked softly.

"Rose?" he whispered. "Where are we?"

"Infirmary," she replied. "You were shivering and sweating so I dragged you to the infirmary and this hologram came on and told me what to do."

"A what?" he asked, dazed.

"On the screen," she clarified, pointing... Until she realised he was still blindfolded and quickly dropped her arm. "I had to do get the poison out of you, and fix your leg and stitch your hand. It told me how."

"The emergency... medical assist?"

"Yeah, think so," she said. "But your eyes..."

"Did you check them?"

"Not yet. But she said you had damage to the optic nerve and it was incurable..."

He groggily reached up to his eyes, scrabbling to removed the blindfold he still had on him. Rose reached up to help him, easing it away. Instantly his eyelids snapped shut.

"Too bright," he moaned.

"Okay," she said, and replaced the blindfold. "If you're okay, I'm gonna go."

He snapped to attention. "What?"

"Someone needs to kill this weed," she pointed out. "You can't go like this. I'm gonna go and get rid of it."

"You can't!" he protested, waving his arms around desperately to try and find her.

"I'll be back really soon, okay?"

"Rose!" he cried, struggling to get out of the bed but nearly falling flat on his face. She looked at him there struggling to find her, and moved back to help him sit up again.

"Please, Doctor," she practically begged, a hand on his cheek. "Just trust me, yeah?"

"I can't just sit here... I can't do that," he said, shaking his head rapidly. "You know I can't do that."

She sighed, brushing back the hair from her eyes. "Okay, look, we'll wait until you get a bit better, then we'll go together. Yeah?"

He nodded quickly. "Yes."

"You know, that hologram said that you weren't the lead pilot... It tried to take us to Gallifrey and then this man appeared in a hologram and fixed it."

The Doctor winced. "That was probably the previous owner."

"Previous owner?" she echoed.

"I... I stole this Tardis. I never registered myself or her because she's Type 40, and they were being recalled at the time. I saved her. I didn't register her so they didn't sniff. I was protecting her."

"Oh," Rose muttered, still frowning. "But you can register yourself now, yeah? I nearly couldn't help you."

He nodded. "Sorry... forgot," he replied, a little sheepish.

She grinned. "Do you want some water?"

He nodded again. "Yes, please. Did you give me a stomach pump?"

"Yeah," she replied, moving to the water dispenser.

"Feels like it," he grunted, a hand resting on the front of his neck.

"Only got yourself to blame," she pointed out, looking at the glass and sighing as she averted her gaze to the pack of pills she'd put on the table next to the dispenser, and popped one out. "What did you swallow?"

"The trigger reversal substance," he told her. "I didn't know which one it was so I tasted it."

"Ugh," she muttered, and dropped the pill into the water. She covered the top with her palm to mute the sound.

"I was saving your life," he pointed out as she moved back to him, taking his hand.

"I think I made up for it," she replied, grinning. "Okay, try and sit up."

He shuffled with his elbows, leaning up slightly as she guided the glass to his hands. She then helped him raise it to his lips, and he took a few deep gulps.

"Better?" she asked softly.

He nodded. "I never said thanks. Thank you."

"You're welcome," she replied. "Now just try and relax, yeah? Doctor's orders."

He nodded, yawning slightly as she leant forward to pull up his sheets and adjust the pillows carefully. She then took his good hand, and pressed it to her chin as she gazed at him, and waited.

His descent was relatively short, his head lolling on the pillows until she saw his chest begin to rise and fall in perfect rhythm.

"Doctor?" she whispered. He didn't reply. So she let go of his hand, got up and went to the door, unconsciously scratching at her rapidly blistering arm as she left to go and kill a weed.