Amelia Pond was ill. She lay tangled in her bright green bedding, one leg thrown ceremoniously over the side. Her skin was visibly red, almost as if she had acquired a light sunburn. Small wimpers were the only noises Amy could make from her dream-like state. The Doctor sat in a high-backed Victorian chair that rested off to the right of her bed, his eyes boring into her sleeping form. Most of the lights were off in the room, casting shadows across the antique-style furniture the TARDIS had provided Amy with.
The Doctor stood up silently and paced the room, making sure not to make any noise.
"There has got to be something I missed. This is not a normal cold anymore."
They had been on the planet of Valloum enjoying the blue sand beaches and warm balmy weather when Amy had started feeling under the weather. The island they were on was deserted, perfect for a day of relaxation. The beach itself was 7 yards across before the blue sand changed into dirt. A full forest sprung out of the ground covering the rest of the island in shadows. Amy had been baking slowly under the triple suns in a vintage 1950s blue bathing suit, enjoying watching the Doctor swim through the high waves in the ocean. The break for all the terror and pain was something Amy could easily get used to.
The Doctor swam gently in the clear water, long hair pushed back flat against his head. He let himself float slowly in the water, purple swim trunks rising and the water seeped into them. He lay there for a few minutes before opening his eyes and looking over at Amy. Her eyes were half-lidded and filled with confusion. Her white hand reached up to touch her forehead and quickly dropped after feeling it. It seemed to burn to hand, which changed into a pale pink.
He ran through the water and reached her side right before she passed out. He shook her roughly for a moment before speaking.
"Amy? Amy, can you hear me? Amy I need you to wake up for me!" He quickly picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other supporting her back. Her skin felt overly warm to his touch and he knew something was terribly wrong.
The TARDIS was parked under a grove of tall, winding trees a few feet from the beach they were on. The Doctor quickly moved into its safety and shut the door behind him. The winding stairs took him two levels down, landing him in the bedrooms. Amy's chosen room was the second door on the left, almost directly across from his own room. He gently placed her on the cool bed and covered her limp form in the green covers.
The Doctor pulled out his screwdriver and pointed it at Amy's head. A few seconds later a series of numbers shot across the side of the device, leaving the Doctor with a look of astomishment.
"This is impossible. How can these still exist?" His brain went into overdrive, thinking of way he could help get his companion out of the danger she was facing now.
"Alright." He started, quickly pacing the room. His hair was messy and falling into his eyes giving him the look of a madman. "The Slivum was, or is in this case, a creature that feeds off mental turmoil. They were the original reason for Eve causing the so called downfall of man. Frightfully deceptive creatures, Silvum. They cause dreams and hallucinations for any infected party." He froze were he stood, leaning against Amys teak coloured dresser. That's all he knew.
"How can this be all I know!" He slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a small crater. Amy moaned in her sleep and her brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and pain. The Doctor quickly lost his anger and sat next to her bedside.
"This is not good. This is very not good. How can I do this, how can I help her…." His hands worked his way through his hair quickly, interlocking behind his neck. "Amy, Amy, Amy" he whispered slowly. "I don't know how much help I can truly be on this one. This might be one fight you have to win on your own."