"Tony, we can finish Ice Age tomorrow morning; here, promise." Rose finished tucking him in, sat on his bed and offered her little brother her pinky. He put on a grumpy expression and eyed it suspiciously.

"But Rosie-"

"No buts, Tony!" She waggled her finger. "You gonna promise me or not? There'll be no movie if you don't..." She let the sentence hang, and Tony's hand quickly shot out to loop his pinky through hers; a pinky promise. Unbreakable. She grinned at him. "Good boy. Now go to sleep." She leaned down and gave him a kiss on the forehead, and he wrapped his arms around her neck tightly.

"Good night, Rosie, I love you," he said in her ear, and planted a somewhat stickier kiss on her cheek.

"I love you too, Tony." Rose smiled as the little boy released her and rolled over, thumb entering his mouth. She got up and quietly shut the door behind her, then wearily made her way to the lounge where the Doctor was still sitting, flicking through channels. "Is it tragic that I'm keen for the same bedtime as a four-year-old?" she asked him, lowering herself down next to him. He smirked, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

"It's only nearly nine; technically he stayed up late, didn't he?" the Doctor remarked, settling on another movie channel; the film was Prometheus.

"This film is ridiculous," Rose protested, poking him in the side. "And yeah, usually he goes around eight, but Mum said he could stay up for a bit since it's the weekend. Hope her and Dad are having a good time."

"Where'd they go again?"

"One of Dad's friend's fiftieths. Why are we watching this?"

He squeezed her shoulders. "To laugh at how horrifically wrong they are about aliens." She gave an exasperated shake of her head, grabbed a cushion and rested it against the Doctor's side. She made herself comfy, and closed her eyes, smiling at her husband's muttering at the film. It was to the sound of his voice that she fell asleep.

"Rose. Wake up, quick. Rose."

It was the sharp tone of his voice than anything else that woke Rose. She had moved position in her sleep; either that or the Doctor had moved her. She was now half laying down, her feet on the floor but her head in his lap. Surprisingly, she was quite comfortable, and she grumbled at being woken. "What is't?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes at the flickering of the TV screen. The same movie was still playing, but it had been muted.

"We have to go to the hospital," the Doctor said, struggling to keep his voice calm. "Right now."

Confusion and fear gripped at Rose's insides, and she pushed herself up into a sitting position, eying his worried face.

"Doctor, what's wrong? Why do we have to go to the hospital?" she asked him nervously, then followed his gaze down to the spot on the couch she had just been lying on. The colour drained from her cheeks. "No... oh my God." Her hands came up to cover her mouth in shock. "Oh please no..."

"Rose, look at me; hey. Look at me." He seized her arm tightly, and she looked at him with terrified eyes. "You've got to stay calm, alright? Here," he grabbed her water bottle off the coffee table and handed it to her, getting to his feet. "Drink this; I'm going to go get Tony, then we're going straight to the hospital, okay?" She nodded numbly, taking the bottle from him and her gaze drifting back down to the scarlet stain on the seat. Her heart pounded and she shut her eyes quickly, turning away from it. Rose could feel herself getting dizzy so she took a drink and curled her arms around her belly.

"You're too early," she whispered, tears trickling down her nose and onto her stomach. "Please be okay, baby, please... please be alright..."

"Rosie?" a small voice asked, and Rose looked up to see Tony standing a few feet away, a confused expression on his tired face. He came over and put his arms around her neck. "Why you crying?" Rose held her little brother, almost breaking down then and there at his innocent question.

"I'm a little bit scared," she managed to say, and he pulled away to wipe her tears away with both his small hands. His wide eyes held hers worriedly, and she could see tears threatening in his eyes at the sight of his big sister so upset. She gave him a broken smile. "It's alright, Tony; I'm okay," she told him, nodding, almost trying to convince herself. "Can I have a kiss?" He leaned forward and placed a wet kiss on her lips, then hugged her again. She rubbed his back, trying not to cry.

The Doctor darted back into the room; he'd gotten the car going but had been held up with Tony's car seat. He knelt next to them, but Tony wouldn't let go of Rose.

"Tony, let go; go with the Doctor, I'll be there in a sec," she told him softly, and his lower lip wobbled as he reluctantly let her go.

"Only get up if you can," the Doctor warned her as he left with Tony, and she nodded. Biting her lip, Rose slowly stood up, catching the large bloodstain out the corner of her eye. A sob escaped her and she almost fell, regaining her balance in the last second. Take a deep breath, stop freaking out. It's not helping, she told herself, and did so. When the Doctor came back inside she was standing, leaning on one of the table chairs. He moved quickly to her. "Rose, are you alright?"

She shook her head silently. "Let's just go," she said, trying not to panic. "Please."

He nodded, slipping a supportive arm around her waist, and they hobbled out to the car. As soon as Rose was buckled in, the Doctor backed out and sped off in the direction of the hospital.