Now you get to watch my own plot bunnies hop all over my love for Doctor Whump. Enjoy! 3
The Doctor tossed and turned, unable to will the pain to leave. He knew he'd have to tell the Ponds eventually, but not now. The guilt was killing him, but he didn't have much time to think about it before his more immediate problem, the pain surging through his entire body, took stronger control, and his short term memory loss made him forget that he had been thinking of it at all.
Rory and Amy sat in silence at the kitchen table, both obviously worried. Rory stood up.
"What are you doing?" Amy asked him.
"There's got to be something I can do for him, anything. Even if it's not a cure, there might be a medication or treatment to relieve the symptoms."
"You saw the scan, it said there was nothing we can do."
"It said there was no cure. That doesn't mean there isn't something in this never ending time machine that can help us."
"I guess your right. Where do you plan on starting?" She stood next to him, willing to whatever she could do to help.
"Back in the med-bay. Maybe the TARDIS can lead us to something."
"Good idea." The two faithful companions walked in the direction they had been earlier, and the TARDIS helped them find the door. Rory tried his best to use the computer's softare, but it was all in another language. They couldn't make out a single word, and Rory was getting frustrated.
"Must be the Doctor's own language. I guess-" A horrible screech came from the Doctor's bedroom, and their eyes widened before bolting down the hall.
They found him kneeling on the ground, tears in his eyes as he looked at an empty space on the floor. He covered his mouth in shock before moving closer to the spot. He began to completely weep. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. This is my fault, I should never have brought you with me, you could be at home with your family rather then...dead. I'm sorry!" His voice cracked in his sorrow. "Come on, wake up, please! Please... I didn't mean for this to happen..." His tone changed, to a more angry, dark one then desprate. "But it's my fault! I always so arrogant, so stupid, that I never stop to think about the danger and sorrow and destruction I bring! I should've stayed in the Pandorica, the universe would be so much better off!" His clenched fists loosened, and he moved against the wall, pulling his knees into his chest and sobbed shakily. He began to whisper, barely audible, as he stared in what looked like fear, not just of whatever he saw on the ground, but of himself. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you, Amelia." With that, his body contorted into another muscle spasm made him tip over.
The last word came out like a mumble, but it was clear enough to both of them what he had been seeing. Amy dead. "The hallucinations have started, I thought we'd have a bit more time to prepare..." Rory said, pressing a hand to his forehead. "He's a lot warmer. Come on, Amy, help me get him back into bed." She was shaky from what she'd just heard, but pushed her feelings aside to help him.
Once he was lying down, Amy sat on the bed next to him, caressing his cheek softly. His breaths were fast, and he was still halfway trapped inside the hallucination. "Doctor, listen. It's me, I'm right here, I'm fine."
"A-Amy? But, how? You were-"
"It wasn't real. I'm right here, now calm down. I'm not going anywhere. We're going to take care of you."
His hand suddenly gripped her wrist tightly, and she was shocked. "I'm not stupid." He whispered mencingly. "How dare you take the form someone I loved so dearly! I watched her die! Why would you use her?! Tell me why!" Rory took a step forward defensively, but as the Doctor's face suddenly softened, she nodded that it was alright.
"No, Doctor, trust me, it's Amy. I'm right here."
"I watched her be killed, gruesomely in front of me! You aren't Amy!"
"I swear that I am." She thought for a moment, then smiled. "On fish fingers and custard." He relinquished the tight grip on her wrist, a tear streaming down his cheek as she rubbed at it.
Then, he blinked in surprise. Confused, he reached up and brushed his cheek, feeling the moisture. "Amy? What happened?" She had forgotten to let go of her wrist, and he looked cautiously at it.
"Oh, nothing, it was pretty normal, nothing too intense yet." She lied, not wanting to worry him. It was too late for that though. She had failed to notice the bruise that wrapped around her wrist now, so he saw it first, and took it gingerly.
"Oh no... Amy... I did this, didn't I?" I look of guilt and worry spread across his face. He had hurt Amy, and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
Yes, yes, this chapter is very short, even for me, but I wanted to be able to post The_Random_Obsessionist's chapter with something of my own at least!