Hello, ladles and jelly spoons!

Well, I thought since this was a short chapter that I'd let you guys and gals have at it. :) I should mention that the story will go from between the Doctor's and Carla's POV, just to warn you. And as the story progresses and they become closer along the way, it'll meld a bit more as it goes on. :)

So yes, enjoy! More author type notes at the end.

Don't own the Doctor Who, be fun if I did, but I just don't. Story is just for my own enjoyment. :)

Sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, looking on as space goes by behind a simple hospital window... It was amazing, oh so terribly amazing. . . Even if the air was starting to get thin, even if it was making it difficult to breath. . . The view was, not to mean to make a morbid pun: Breathtaking.

Carla looked on at the vast darkness that was known as space, seeing stars, so, so, many stars. Seeing the view of Earth only a handful had ever gotten to see. How gorgeous was that? How lucky was she to see this? . . . How unlucky was she that it was probably the last thing she was going to see? Sighing, she leaned her head back, closing her eyes as she tried to get a deep breath in. No such luck. The air was getting even thinner second by second.

"What a way to go." she says to herself softly, eyes opening, looking up at the more than blank ceiling, feeling a sting in her eye, her hand lifting up to swipe away at a tear that hadn't quite made it's appearance, "Didn't get to say goodbye, to anyone, get to hug them, not even say 'I love you' one more time," the tears started to spill over, her trying to swipe them away quickly, not being especially successful with the low energy she was experiencing from lack of oxygen.

"Why did I have to travel, to move so far from my family? To another country? ! . . . I just wanted to travel, see a bit of the world and do so if anything were to happen before...b-before I got better. Three long years doing this and I don't even die from not getting a transplant, not even dying on an operating table, but, in space! Space, of all places!" the tears flowed a bit more freely before she brushed them away in frustration, clenching her fists at her sides as she took in a shuddering breath.

"Stop it, just stop," She spoke to her lonesome self, "You know you can't get so emotional, it's not like you, you c-can't, it's just a bother to everyone around you. Let's try and look at the positives," yes, she tried to stay positive, even in the health situation she was in, but this was a bit ridiculous, even for her.

"My family does know that I love them. . . I'm sure of that. I did get to travel to the one place I wanted to see more than anything and see places that were amazing. God, I got to see space! I didn't even intend to see it, but here I am, still looking out at Earth." her voice was getting softer as it was getting more difficult to breath, she starting to feel so very tired.

She paused for a moment, thinking back to not even a half hour ago.

"I met a doctor that was positively goofy and made me feel better." Quite a number of the doctors over here were a bit more business like and just wanted to make you well without really speaking with you and getting to know you. Sure, there was the occasional one that was nice and wanted to make chit chat, but this doctor, "The Doctor", as he went by, was beyond that, went way beyond, honestly. Even with just the terribly short amount of time he spent with her, he seemed genuinely nice, and that was hard to come by really, no matter what kind of work or background you came from . . . and he had freckles! Freckles were amazing and fun to draw. She so wished she had been born with freckles.

She actually got a small chuckle out of her stupid thought, coughing afterward, her lungs screaming out for a bit more air. . .

Glimpsing through such heavy lidded eyes, vision darkening around on all sides, seeming as if she were almost in a tunnel, the view of space looking so far away; she couldn't help but form the tiniest of smiles. She had gotten to go to outer space, to the moon, and now . . . She was descending into darkness. That tunnel growing smaller and smaller, the air growing thinner and thinner, her air running so near to gone, hearing something as she was losing consciousness, something so familiar. . . Almost like tiny drums sounding all around her . . . Rain. Rain on the moon. How about that.

Words escaped on her last exhale, sounding so very small and yet feeling in such a pleasant tone:

"What a way to go. . ."

They had done it. The hospital was safe, the Judoon had returned them back to Earth and everyone was fine. Though, he wanted to see if one particular patient was fine, just to make sure, you know.

Walking down the long sterile hallway, seeing a few people here and there, he made his way to the balcony where he met the woman from Minnesota. He smiled at his thought. He really did love that accent.

He found what he was looking for, the hall deserted of people. He sure hoped that she hadn't been mad enough to stay outside. Looking out the window, he sighed, being thankful that she had listened to him. But then again, she should be here in the hallway with at least a nurse helping her, shouldn't she? His head jerked all around in an attempt to see Carla and a nurse, but he knew it was pointless: There wasn't a soul here. Shoulders slumping, burying his hands deep into his pockets, he let out a long sigh once more, turning around to go when his foot caught something that wasn't one of the seats set up down this hallway.

He looked down, eyebrows raising all the way to his hairline as he saw the corner of a book, looking as if it was hiding under the small settee. Stooping low, he snatched it up and found a very colorful cover. A cover full of painted on doodles of hands, eyes, rainbows, and a couple of old cartoon-y robots. He grinned at the cover.

"Brilliant." He spoke softly as he studied the cover a bit more.

Taking a look around, as if to make sure the coast was clear, he started to flip through the book finding more hands and eyes (and robots, which made him giggle), but sketchier. He also found sketchy figure drawings, little comic strips, whole character pages and a few finished works as well, and was more than surprised at finding a very sketchy Dalek with not terribly much detail (must have been quite far off from them).

"She doesn't miss an opportunity, does she?" he said in a tad of a sad tone, images popping up in his mind about that day, about the Void, about her . . . Giving his head a little shake, he turns the page quickly, not wanting to remember more.

"She does do cartoon-y quite well." He mumbled as he studied more sketched pages, being reminded of her comments about wanting to be a bit of a cartoonist.

He turned another page and just stared for a second, seeing the moon's surface complete, a wide grin appearing as he noticed a little message in the corner:

To: The Doctor,

Thanks. :)

Carla Snow

A date completed the message, the Doctor closing the book, looking it over once more before tucking it away in a pocket inside his coat. He had to return this, he had to see if Carla was alright of course as well. But first, he had to see Martha Jones. She was a more than bright woman and was a great help through this whole ordeal. He had to repay her for her help.

Sauntering back down the hallway, he couldn't help but think of Carla's name, almost as if he had heard it before.

"Carla Snow. . . Carla Snow . . ." he screeched to a stop, running his hand through his hair, a sudden grin forming on his face. He burst out laughing, "She's from Minnesota and her last name is 'Snow'! Fantastic!"

Guess he didn't know the name after all.

And there was chapter two for you all! :D So, I've never been to the UK (I would LOVE to one day), all my hospital stuff was in the US, so I don't know how doctors are there. I'm quite sure they're positively lovely, really, so please if you're in hospital across the pond and you have wonderful doctors, I hope you don't take offense. :) I just wanted to make it a bit like. . . she does have good doctor(s), and they're nice enough, but the Doctor was beyond that. :) Make sense? We'll get more in depth with her, not to worry. :)

And did the Doctor just get a giggle out of her name, or has he actually heard it before? ! D: Oh my good golly gosh, suspense!

But yes, I hope you enjoyed, my lovelies! As always, comments and reviews, and anything is wonderful. :D Oh, and:

Paraiso - Thanks so much for the lovely review. :D You're brilliant. Hearts.

Even angels cry - Thank you too, my lovely. :D You're fantastic. Heartsssss.