She woke up on the floor. It was cold and metal and only the sounds of the Tardis could be heard over the ringing in her ears. She sat up slowly putting her hand to her head to try and stop the throbbing. When she felt something warm and wet on her hand she pulled it back to see blood.
She went to stand up; knowing that bleeding out in a hallway of the Tardis was not one of her top priorities. Her knees buckled under as she stood and she fell back down. She was about to call for the Doctor when she realized she didn't know if he was here, she didn't even know what day it was, why she was in this hallway, or what hallway she was even in.
Starting to scare herself she let out a cry, "Doctor!? Doctor! Are you here?" Her own voice made her head scream with pain as she waited for any response. She was in the Tardis, so the Doctor had to be here somewhere, right? She heard footsteps running towards her and prayed that they were his and not something else. "Doctor? Doct—,"
A man in a pin striped suit appeared in front of her, his face filled with concern and fear. Before she was able to say anything he bent down and picked her up. "Rose, I need you to be very, very quiet." She didn't complain, the throbbing in her head was taking up all of her energy. She leaned her head against his chest, she could hear his heart beat as he carried her down several hallways towards the med bay, or at least she assumed that's where they were going.
She pulled her head away from his chest. Heart beat? As in one heart beat? She leaned her head back against him and sure enough she heard a singular thud. If her head didn't hurt so badly she would have shaken it. She must have a concussion, she wasn't hearing things right.
The Doctor stepped through a doorway, turned around and hit a button on the side of it with his foot. The door slid shut with a loud bang and then several locking sounds followed. He let out a breath of relief. "Rose, I told you not to go down there, I would've gotten around to feeding it."
"Feeding it…feeding what?" She asked as he turned another corner, the med bay was clearly in sight at the end of the hall.
"The skrillzarax…the one we picked up in Colonial America yesterday. The one that almost bit off my good hand," He stepped into the med bay and sat her down on one of the beds. He started to pull out supplies as her sight started getting fuzzy.
"Your good hand?" He held up his right hand and wiggled his fingers.
"Yep, I love this hand, love this hand too," he held up his left hand for her to see, "but it's not as brilliant as the right one." She was staring at his left hand, her eyes never leaving the small silver band on his ring finger. "You alright? Never mind stupid question," black was creeping into the corner of her eyes but she kept them trained on his left hand. "Rose, why are you staring at my hand like that?"
He started to dab the now drying blood off of her head as she continued to look at his hand. "Why are you wearing that ring?" The darkness was about to overtake her but she had to know, why was he wearing a wedding band.
"My wedding ring?" He asked glancing down at it. She was gripping the edge of the bed now, forcing herself to stay conscious, a battle she was losing. "I always wear it, why? Rose, what's wrong?"
She wanted to say something, ask more questions. She tried to get more out but she couldn't, she couldn't fight it any longer. She fell back, hitting the bed with a thud, letting the darkness overtake her.