AN: Thanks to sinclairchap, thedoctorandriver and theonlywater for reviewing! You guys are awesome 'possum! Also, SI is short for 'self-injury'.

Chapter 2.

A loud rapping on the door startled him from his blood-drenched reverie, and he twisted around in alarm. 'Damn the TARDIS for only putting one bathroom in this corridor!' With a sudden burst of strength, he shoved himself up from the toilet seat and grabbed a roll of bathroom tissue, starting to rub away the congealed blood.

"Yeah, what is it? Anything wrong?" He asked, attempting to scrub faster, though not succeeding. Bursts of pain ripped through his arm, and blood started to drip from the barely-scabbed wound. His eyes widened, and his breaths grew ragged as he began to hyperventilate.

"Uh, no, but I kind of have to use the bathroom! You know, the only bathroom in here, which you're currently in!" Amy said, rolling her eyes on the other side of the door.

"Oh, yes! That. Um… Be out in a minute!" He said, panic lacing his voice. 'More tissue! Oh, Rassilion, this has to be gone!' He grabbed more handfuls of tissue and snatched a rubber band from the bathroom cabinet, wrapping the bundle over his wound. He quickly cleaned the floor and the sink and shoved his sleeve down over the damaged arm.

"I'm finished!" He said, opening the door with a wide grin.

"Oh, wow, Doctor, I'm proud." Any said sarcastically as he sauntered out the bathroom door. She walked into the bathroom and turned around to look in the mirror, when she spotted something on the floor: a large streak of red.

"What Is this... Blood? Why on Earth is there blood in here? Is the Doctor injured?" Amy hurriedly scanned the bathroom for any more signs of blood. Finding none, she attempted to reassure herself. "It's probably nothing, then. Just a scrape, maybe."

After she had finished her business, she quietly walked out of the door and into the hall. Pausing, she saw another bit of red on the battered TARDIS floor. She crouched down and inspected it, mind racing. "I've got an awful feeling about this…" She stood back up and hurriedly walked to the room she and Rory shared.

As she walked into the room, Rory looked up from his book and gave her a concerned look. "What's wrong? Is everything okay?"

"Rory, I found blood in the bathroom after the Doctor had used it, and I found more blood in the hall. I mean, it wasn't a lot, but I'm still worried. This isn't the first time he's tried to hide an injury from us. What if it's something serious?" Amy asked, worry evident on her face.

"I'm sure it's nothing. But, if it'll really make you feel better, I'll go ask." He replied, trying to soothe his wife. "It's probably just a papercut he got from a magazine, or something; you know the Doctor."

"Yeah, I suppose. Thanks, Honey." She said, pulling him close and giving him a peck on the cheek. "Now, go!"