Ok, this is my version of what happens to the Doctor after the Christmas episode 'The Next Doctor.' I've tried to be original in how he saves Donna but no idea if it is plausible or not. Thanks to all those authors out there who gave me inspiration. Before I forget 'I don't own Doctor Who.' Such a shame as I wouldn't have ended the tenth Doctor and Donna the way they did. Please enjoy and review. :P
Chapter 4
The Noble household was quiet; Wilfred Mott hadn't left his granddaughter's side for two days as she lay in a coma- like state. Sylvia Noble tried to keep busy, bustling around the kitchen, sorting this, tidying that.
At dawn on the third day of silence Sylvia crept into her daughter's bedroom, she was carrying a tray loaded with two mugs and a steaming pot of tea. Her father and daughter stirred as she set down the tray and opened the curtains. As she turned around Sylvia was rewarded with Donna's open eyes for the first time in the two days. Anxiously Sylvia crossed to the bed, "Donna, how are you?" "Sore." came the reply, "all over. It's kind of hard to breathe and I have the biggest headache." Wilf awoke at the sound of Donna's voice, blinking blearily he muttered, "How long this time?" "This is the third day."Sylvia answered without taking her eyes off Donna, "you two drink your tea and I'll go and warm up some soup, you must both be starving!"
As her mother disappeared Donna turned to her grandfather, "gramps, I've been having the strangest dreams, there's this man. It's like I should know him but I can't remember his name or picture his face. There's just this noise, a slow whooshing sound, the happiest sound I've ever known but I don't know how I know it." Donna turned away, sitting up to take a sip of tea, embarrassed. She didn't notice that Wilf looked worried as he said reassuringly, "I'm sure it's nothing sweetheart, just forget about it."
At that moment Sylvia re-entered the room and immediately began bustling around, making Donna comfortable, "I've put the soup on to reheat, it shouldn't take long." Her face softened as she addressed Donna directly, "we were so worried about you, if you hadn't woken up by lunchtime I would have called the doctor, we…" Wilf cut his daughter off by waving his hands wildly, he gestured towards Donna who was sitting up in bed as if frozen apart from her lips which moved silently, forming a single word, "Doctor." Wilf and Sylvia exchanged a quick alarmed glance and then sprang towards the bed as Donna slumped to one side, eyes closed.
Wilf caught her before she could fall out of bed and, with Sylvia's help moved her back to a horizontal position, as he did so Wilf placed a hand on his granddaughter's back and, with a gasp, withdrew it swiftly, his face a mask of anguish as he turned to look at Sylvia. "Her back, it's swollen and her heart beat is irregular and fast. You shouldn't even really be able to feel it, but it's like her heart is pressed right up against her back!" Sylvia glared at him, "this isn't a time to play around dad." Wilfred shook his head and grabbed his daughter's hand, pulling it into contact with Donna's back. "That isn't possible." Sylvia gasped, "We need to get a doctor. Now! We can't afford to wait for him any longer, he's let us down." Wilf nodded, his face expressionless, and, as Sylvia dashed out of the room he took his granddaughter's hand and began to cry.
