A soul stirred beside her, lifting her weighted eyelids for a second before her subconscious snapped them shut. Hiding from the World and every damned person in it. Heavy limbs slumped against the sheets, cheek crinkled against the pillow cotton. Acid tears threaten to sting at the linen ravaged skin. She's here in the moment, but her heart wants to rip her body from it's rest and find it's other half. But it doesn't. It stays. Silent. Beaten. Burned. Immobilized. Blurs.

He's here. He's definitely here. Surely a fire wouldn't rip through his lungs with every rasping breath if he wasn't. Wasn't death supposed to be weightless? But here he is. Weighting down the sheets he's sprawled across. Dreamed visions blurring further, he disappears into the darkness for the last time.

White noise buzzes into focus in her ears. Comparatively warm against the burn of the ocean. Voices perhaps? Something she recognizes Something in her mind distantly clicks to alert her she shouldn't be comforted by the familiar voice, but she felt the blood rushing back to heart, adrenaline coursing along, trying to force her eyes to open.

"She's stable, but she's not come back round since we found her. To be honest Sir, we don't really know at this point whether or not any significant damage has been done. She's extremely distant and who knows how long she'll be in this state or if she'll even make it only certain prognosis I can make is that she's still breathing. Maybe talking to her will help? A lot of patients respond to familiarity.."

"I doubt I'm really the one she'd want to hear if I'm being entirely honest with you.."

"Mr Hockley, I know this is hard for you. Seeing a loved one in such a helpless position can ignite a guilt inside of us that we didn't think possible..."

"You don't understand. Really, you don't. I'm currently the guiltiest man alive.. Arrest me on charge of trying to keep what is mine. On trying to keep her safe.."

She starts to come around as someone leaves. Reality continues to connect back to her brain and as her lids flicker past her vision, she focuses on the figure in front of her.

Cal?

Surely, in this moment, fear would instantaneously handcuff her body and press it harder against the bed, imprisoning her further into her corpse stance. But it didn't. Instead it winded her lungs through her rib cage, crumpled her heart in it's cruel hands.

"Doctor?... Doctor!..."

As his figure blurs out the door, her mind further stumbles from it's slumbered burial, her thoughts spark into her body and an all too real conscious takes over. Propping herself up on the weakness of her arm, her head hangs for a moment before she opens her eyes properly to the blinding light. The sudden white from the motion causes her to squint back as she lowers her head again to try and recollect any memory. Trying to grasp onto something she's never quite had but she knows it's within a tangible reach.

"Doctor.. She's awake.."

A surge of adrenaline sprints along with her pulse as the door bangs open on it's hinges. Everything is moving too slowly but too quickly simultaneously. Every note of sound rings, echoing a buzz for her to hang onto to make sense of it all.

"Rose, you're back.. You're back and you're here and you're safe.."

Rose finds herself being pulled into Cal's chest as he all too recklessly pulls her by the shoulder against him and rests his too heavy hand on her head. HE fixes her eyes to his as he holds her head between his hands, steadying the dizzying thoughts in her head, but draining the blood from her face. Stone eyes set against hers.

"I thought you'd never come back to me. I thought I'd lost the most valuable thing I have"

A salty trail inched down every gaunt contour of his cut features, finding it's landing spot on Rose's hand, resting in her lap. It stung every cell as it made contact, an acidic ripple across porcelain. Distancing herself in thought again, she remembered something she'd heard when she was younger. About Lion who fell in love a lamb. Ha. this hadn't happened here. Cal had just fell in love with the idea that he could manipulate her into whatever he wanted. Mold her to his ideal.

He could snap her arms around him to comfort his sorrows. Snap her to her knees like a king would bring his people to their knees. Snap, snap, snap...

As Cal held her dazed head, the Doctor was snapping his fingers in her vision, calculating her responses.

"It'll take a bit for her to come around properly. Don't put too much pressure on her to respond properly.."

He left the room the two alone.

As things started to piece together in Rose's mind, she could make out that they were alone. Evidently destined to be this way forever it now seemed. The thought came with an undeniable feeling of nausea, a fizzle of black started to blur into her peripheral vision and she could feel herself swaying - whether the majority of this sensation was being put on by her mind, she couldn't tell.

"Please, no.. Stay here!"

He shakes her hard. Too hard. She can feel her thoughts bang against her skull. And then nothing.