[A/N] The other day I was watching a repeat of The Girl Who Waited when I remembered an old story idea involving Nine and Rose. Unfortunately, I'd have to go back and watch five hours worth of Nine repeats to do the Ninth Doctor and the story justice, so I opted to write it with Eleven, Amy and Rory instead. And, just so you know, this is set in America, because if I set it anywhere else, it'd sound unauthentic and fake. Anyway, enjoy!

"Stay with me!" he pleaded as he continued performing chest compressions on the unconscious woman sprawled on the floor in front of him.

"Kyle," a voice said from above him. Without glancing up, he immediately recognized it as Ellie, a fellow doctor. A veteran doctor, twelve years his senior. Kyle didn't respond; he just kept going, counting silently in his head as he'd been taught when he first learned CPR.

One, two, three…

"She's gone, Kyle."

One, two, three…

"It's over. Let go."

One, two, three…

"What's the time?"

One, two, three…

"Come on. Time of death?"

He glanced up, finally, and stopped, sucking in a slow, deep breath. She was his first death. His first lost patient. His first failure.

"I – I'm sorry," he whispered, then cleared his throat. "It's twelve fourteen PM."

"Calm down," Ellie instructed. Easy for her to say, he thought, drawing to his feet and looking down at the woman pitifully.

"Anita… Anita Gonzalez, forty-three, time of death: twelve fourteen PM, January third."

"I'll wrap it up," offered Ellie as Kyle strode away. Suddenly, he stopped.

"I don't get it. She came in here with flu-like symptoms, and we discharged her. But then she just… she started vomiting blood and it all went so fast," he said quietly. "I've never seen this before. I've only been here for four years, but… but this is weird."

"We're placing the hospital under quarantine." He froze, swiveled around to face whoever just said that, told him that ludicrous lie, but before he even started rotating around, he recognized it, knew it was her. Ellie. She wasn't lying.

"What?" he asked, dumbfounded, bewildered.

"We're placing the hospital under quarantine," she repeated. "That woman from earlier – Anita. Whatever she had, it's bad. Two more patients have contracted it, and each died. This is new. It only lasts a few hours, and its incubation period isn't any longer."

"Oh, God…" he muttered, surprised. "Am I… how does it spread?" He was going to ask her if he caught it, if he was going to die, but abandoned that question for one that passed his lips more easily.

"We're not sure. It's some sort of bacteria, but I haven't seen it yet. I don't know what kind. That's all we know," she replied. "It's got a four to six hour incubation period, so just watch out the next hour or two, and you should be just fine."

"Oh. Good," he murmured, still trying to process what was happening.

"They're probably going to make an announcement soon—" she began, but was cut off by the announcement she'd just predicted.

"Attention," said a loud voice, and though he couldn't actually see or hear it, Kyle felt the entire hospital grow quiet. "This hospital is currently under quarantine. You are not allowed to enter or exit the hospital," the voice instructed in monotone. Kyle felt a chill run down his spine. "Do not be alarmed. This is only a precaution." The voice continued to drone on about safety precautions, but Kyle and Ellie's attention was diverted by the sudden appearance of a large blue box in the corner of the uninhabited hospital room.

"Where did that come from!?" Ellie gasped, staring at it in awe.

"What is it!?" Kyle exclaimed. Slowly, they approached the box, but then its doors swung open. Out strode a peculiarly dressed man.

"Hello," he said, smiling, adjusting his bowtie.

"Doctor," said a Scottish female voice from within the box, and then two more people popped out – a man and a woman, hand in hand. "Where are we?" Kyle stared slack jawed at the three of them. He nudged Ellie lightly.

"What?" she hissed, and he immediately recoiled.

"I think I've got it, whatever the woman had," he whispered.

"Crap," she breathed. "What's wrong?"

"I'm hallucinating. A box just magically appeared, at three people walked out of it," he replied quietly.

"Then I'm infected, too, and we're sharing a hallucination. I don't think so," she said lowly to Kyle, then raised her voice. "Who are you three?"

"Well," said one of the box-people, the one with the bowite. "I'm the Doctor."

And there you have it, chapter one! Reviews are greatly appreciated. Let me know what you think. Thanks for reading!