Hallo Loves! This is a small story I'm thinking of writing called "Companion Overload". Let me know what you think?
"Dr. Jones, you're needed in Trauma. Dr. Jones, Trauma."
Martha Jones sighed as memories came flooding back.
"I'm the Doctor."
"Yeah, so am I, if I can pass my exams."
Martha gave herself a shake. Come on, snap out of it. He's gone. Besides, she fingered her engagement ring, you have
Mickey now.
"Dr. Jones, you're needed in trauma, STAT. I repeat. Dr. Jones; trauma." the voice over the intercom said,sounding more agitated.
"Yeah,yeah, comin'." Martha mumbled under her breath stalking off to the trauma ward.
"What've we got?" she asked the nurse standing infront of the doors of the ward.
"Some ginger, no idea who she is yet." said the nurse, handing Martha the folder, "Someone called 9-9-9 and said this woman
just collapsed in the middle of the street. She's got a pretty bad gash on the back of her head and is still unconsious." he finished.
"Thank you Rory. Let's get her into a CT scan to check for a concussion." said Martha. "Where is the patient?"
"Right through here, ma'am." Rory lead Martha into the room. The nurses stepped away from the bed and Martha gasped.
"Oh my god, Donna!"
So what do you loves think?
