Spoilers through The Hungry Earth. Rated Teen just to be safe. I don't own Doctor Who although I wish I did. Thanks to Steven Moffat for letting me take his characters out for a spin.
Just musing on what might happen in part two of The Hungry Earth. This is my first Doctor Who Fanfic so please review! I'll probably make this several chapters long, but I'm depending on your reviews to tell me whether it is worth continuing...
"Amy! Amy, where are you?" the Doctor cried out as he ran down a seemingly endless corridor hundreds of miles below the Earth's surface. Suddenly, a scream pierced the eerie silence below the earth. "Amy!" the Doctor cried once again, taking a sharp left down a small, unlit hallway as he followed the sound of Amy's cries. The sound appeared to be getting louder, telling the Doctor that he was on the right track, but then it suddenly stopped. The Doctor felt a hard lump form in his throat and sweat break out on his brow at the abrupt cessation of Amy's cries. Could that mean that she was...?
Suddenly, the small unlit corridor opened up into a large room. The room contained a row of tables, some empty, but others with people strapped to them. The Doctor immediately focused in on Amy, her shining ginger hair glowing eerily in the dim light. She looked awful, thought the Doctor. Her head was down and drifting to the side, her eyes shut tightly as she winced in obvious pain. He could see that she was tightly grasping her side and her once gorgeous porcelain complexion was now a chalky pale white. However, with relief the Doctor noted that he could see her chest rise and fall, indicating that she was still alive. He rushed to her side, immediately putting his hand to her cheek as he called her name.
"Amy! Amy, darling, are you alright? Look at me, Amy," he commanded.
Amy slowly opened her eyes, sighing with relief as she saw the Doctor, her very own raggedy doctor hovering over her. "Doctor, I knew you'd come," she said weakly.
"Of course, Amy. I always will. I'm afraid we don't have much time right now. I need to get you back to the TARDIS before these creatures realize you're gone. First though, I need to know about your injuries. Where are you hurt, Amy?" the Doctor asked while simultaneously unlocking her restraints with his sonic screwdriver.
Amy flexed her fingers, attempting to jump start the circulation to her hands as the Doctor removed her restraints. She drew in a sharp breath and then reached down to pull her brown leather bomber jacket to the side, showing the Doctor her blood-soaked and torn shirt beneath her jacket.
The Doctor gasped as Amy pulled aside her jacket and he saw how much blood she had lost. "Oh Amy," the Doctor muttered. Seeing his own panic reflected back in Amy's eyes, he continued on in a calmer, more authoritative voice, "Right, I need to pull up your shirt so I can see how bad the wound is, okay? I'll be as gentle as I can possibly be."
Amy nodded, her eyes slipping closed once again in anticipation of the pain.
The Doctor slowly peeled back her shirt, wincing in sympathy as the blood-soaked fabric stuck to the wound. Once he managed to pull up her shirt to her expose her right side and abdomen, he drew in a sharp breath at the sight of her injury. He could clearly see a deep gash, at least 12 inches in length running diagonally from her right side to her upper abdomen. The Doctor shrugged off his jacket and began dabbing at the blood pouring out of the wound with it in an attempt to more clearly see her injury. Once he'd cleared away some of the blood, he was able to see that the wound was extremely deep and had penetrated through the layers of skin and fat and had exposed the muscles of the abdominal wall. The Doctor felt sick as he looked at Amy's wound, thinking to himself for the hundredth time that day that he was to blame for Amy's getting hurt. He'd asked her to travel with him, he'd insisted that they take a quick look at the big mining thing in South Wales instead of continuing onto Rio as promised, and worst of all, he hadn't been able to protect her or save her from getting pulled into the Earth.
The Doctor glanced up at Amy, her eyes tightly shut against the incredible pain she must be feeling. He needed to get her to the TARDIS immediately. Just as he opened his mouth to tell her this, Nasreen huffed and puffed around the corner, finally catching up to him. With barely a glance, he threw the sonic screwdriver to her and commanded, "Unlock Alan and Elliot and help them back to the TARDIS. I'm going to help Amy and I'll meet you back at the TARDIS in a few minutes. We need to hurry and get out of here before the Homo Reptilia realize that we've rescued their hostages. Here's my communicator as well. Push this button if you get into any trouble and I'll come to help you."
The Doctor put his hand to Amy's face again, his right hand gently stroking her cheek while his left hand brushed back the damp hair from her forehead, her forehead feeling cold and clammy. "Alright, now Amy, I need you to look at me. I know you're hurting but I need you to keep your eyes open. I'm going to carry you back to the TARDIS, but do you think you could sit up first if I help you?" the Doctor asked in a rush. Amy drew in a shallow breath before nodding at the Doctor who gazed down at her with such worry and tenderness.
"Alright, you are doing great, Amy. Let's get you up," said the Doctor. The Doctor folded his now partially blood-stained jacket into a thick square of material, firmly pressing it to the gaping wound in Amy's side. Amy let out a small gasp as he did so, her pale white complexion blanching from the pain. The Doctor drew in a sharp intake of breath as well, wincing along with Amy as he applied pressure to her wound.
"Okay Amy, are you ready? I'm going to help you up. Just lean against me, okay?" the Doctor spoke as he slid his hand beneath Amy's head, supporting Amy's neck with the crook of his elbow. "Amy, take a deep breath," commanded the Doctor as he slowly lifted her head and shoulders off the table, bringing her upper body to rest against his chest, all the while keeping firm, steady pressure over her wound.
As the Doctor gently lifted her into a sitting position, Amy let out a moan, her breaths becoming shallow and rapid and her eyes closing again. A single tear tracked down her cheek and Amy couldn't stop herself from crying out. "Doctor, it hurts," moaned Amy desperately.
The Doctor sighed and kissed the top of Amy's head. "Oh Amy, I know it hurts, but I'm going to get you out of here. I'm about to bring you to the TARDIS so that I can get you sorted out. You're doing brilliantly. You just need to hang on for a few more minutes, okay?" the Doctor blurted out in a rush and was relieved to see Amy nod in response. He continued, directing Amy, "Okay, I need you to put your arms around my neck and hold on tight." As Amy followed these directions, the Doctor slid one arm beneath her knees and wrapped his other arm around her back, scooping her up like a small child in one quick motion. Amy grasped tightly around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, breathing heavily.
The Doctor raced down the corridor as quickly as possible with Amy in arms, looking down to see Amy's blood seeping from her wound and splattering on the floor and the Doctor's shoes. The Doctor was near panic by the time the TARDIS came into view, worrying that Amy was so badly injured that not even his stockpile of the best Western medicines and assorted healing potions and salves from the future would be enough to save her. However, the Doctor quickly pushed aside his worry and guilt in order to focus on getting Amy sorted out. The Doctor was relieved to see that Nasreen, Alan, and Elliot were close behind him, Alan leaning heavily on Nasreen as he walked, but otherwise no worse for the wear. The TARDIS door swung open with a snap of his fingers, allowing him to quickly maneuver himself and Amy into the control room with the other people close behind him. Once everyone entered the room, the Doctor quickly pushed a few buttons, signaling the TARDIS to close the door and return to above the ground. The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief as the TARDIS took off, before his thoughts immediately shifted to caring for Amy, causing him to head up the staircase in search of the medic bay. Hopefully he wouldn't be too late to help Amy.
So, what did you think? Is there something you liked about the story? Something you didn't like? Please review so I know what you think. I'm envisioning this story being at least three more chapters long, but I want to hear from you and get your opinion on whether or not the story is worth continuing first. Thanks for reading and oh, did I mention...PLEASE REVIEW!
