A/N: Hey everybody! This is my very first Doctor Who fanfic. I'm trying out something new with this fanfic. It's set during the last episode with Rose. It starts where she is barely able to hold onto the lever and is about to fall into the void.

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Rose's point of view.

"Just hold on Rose!" the Doctor screamed as a desk flew into the void. My fingers were slipping off of the lever. "Don't let go, Rose!"

"Doctor!" my left hand slipped off. The pain in my clenching fingers was growing to be too much. My palms were slippery from the sweat.

"I'm here Rose, just hang on a little longer!" My fingers gave way. I slipped from the lever. I fell seemingly in slow motion. I saw the Doctor's face. I saw his horror. I couldn't even scream. Everything went dark. I just remember a big pain and the Doctor shouting my name. I'm never going to see my doctor again.

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I yelled when I began to seep into consciousness. All I could see was a blindingly bright light shining in my eyes. I was laying on some uncomfortable surface being poked and prodded. It didn't hurt. I couldn't move my head to look around.

"Hello Rose! Welcome to the medical wing of the TARDIS! How are you feeling?" the Doctor, my Doctor, asked me as he pushed my hair away from my eyes and dimmed the light overhead.

"Doctor?" I asked confused.

"That's my name!" he said happily as he pulled on some latex gloves.

"What happened?" I asked him weakly.

"There's no time for discussion. I'll tell you as soon as I get this fork out of you. Now, I'm going to put you back under."

"Did you just say fork?" He smiled, took a syringe, and poked it into my IV baggy and I drifted back into my deep slumber.

Again came the darkness. This surgery was different from my past surgeries. For one thing, I was not able to have conscious thought during, and for another, it wasn't performed by an alien in a time machine. I thought about what had just happened. I thought about what I just saw. I thought about the fork that was apparently apart of my body now. I thought about what might have happened back at Torchwood. I thought about the daleks and the cybermen.

Then, I saw a light again. I was propped up by some pillows on what appeared to be a hospital bed. The Doctor was asleep in a chair beside my bed. On his lap, there was a book that read, "Gastrointestinal Surgery for Dummies." I giggled to myself. I looked down at my stomach. I was wearing a hospital gown. I was going to look at my scar, but I still couldn't look down. I could only look side to side. I was wearing one of those neck-cast-things.

I looked back at the Doctor. He took in a deep breath and his eyes slowly opened. He shook his head rapidly as if to shake off the sleep. He smiled his big goofy grin and said, "Good morning, Rose! How do you feel?"

"I feel fine. Did I break my neck?"

"Yeah. But it was nothing a super amazing Timelord like me couldn't fix! I reconstructed the molecular structure of your cervical vertebrae and removed the fork from in between your eighth and ninth ribs on your starboard side. The cast is there just until your bones are completely finished healing, which should be in about three hours," he said taking in a deep breath.

"Doctor," I looked at him sincerely, "you really need to learn English. Anyways, what happened back at Canary Wharf?"

"You slipped off of the lever just as the void was closing. You hit the wall with great force, breaking your neck and causing some internal bleeding. A few more things where still coming to the void as it only had a crack left. A fork shot in between your eighth and ninth ribs, just short of your lungs. You suffered some head trauma and a broken leg from the impact. All were healed just fine with the help of my onboard technology."

"Ouch. How long has it been?"

"Two days. So, I'll give you another couple of hours to recuperate and we will get this road on the show!" He paused. "Wait… Show on the road… not road on the show… anyways, I'm going to go stare at the wall until your done healing, like the human you are." He started walking out the door of the medical facility.

"Hey now, don't do that! Come back here! I'm not just gonna sit here for hours waiting for excitement. You said the cast is just precautionary?" I said.

"Yeah." He replied.

"Well take it off. I'm tough."

"That's my Rose. Get in the spirit of adventure! Risk breaking your neck all for fun and games! Are you crazy? It took two hours to fix your neck in the first place. I had to find four Double "A" batteries just to make the bloody thing work and I had to take them out of my old CD player."

"Oh, boo hoo. Well, how much longer do I have to wait?" I asked him, unsympathetically.

"Uh… Well I guess you'll be fine after about an hour. What are we going to do in a whole hour?" he asked me.

I thought for a minute. "You got Monopoly?"

"I think so."

So we played Monopoly for an hour and then we were up and at 'em. He took his sonic screwdriver and gently pulled the cast off of my neck. He checked my pulse with his fingers on my neck. He took a little flashlight and waved it back and forth at my eye, looking at me about a foot from my face. Suddenly, the TARDIS moved, feeling like it jumped about four feet over. The Doctor fell on top of me. It took him a tick to crawl off of me, rather awkwardly, if I might add. "Ahem! Mmmh… sorry."

"What the hell was that!?" I pushed the blanket off of me. I looked at him. His cheeks were a bright shade of red.

A/N: How did you like the change in the original plot line? Believe me, the second chapter will be much more entertaining. Please review. I am easily crushed, but I don't really care if you leave me criticizing reviews, as long as they aren't too brutal.