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He entered through the door and his hearts sank. The hallway may have smelt like bleach but now this room smelt of blood and death. Machines hummed and beep through the room. Wires were shooting out of them every which way; all leading to her. And there she was lying motionless as if she was already in a casket. Her chest rose and fell in small breaths. But he knew it was one of these mechanic doctors keeping her breathing. All of the wires disappeared under her kin and under her hospital wear.

"Rose," he whispered approaching her slowly to be at her bedside. Her skin looked as thin as paper and the blush of her checks were drained. A woman so powerful and strong with life now was a paper doll before him. He sunk into a bedside chair. His knees couldn't hold him up any more. He was trying to hold in all the feelings that were atomically exploding inside of him. He could hold it in all he liked but nothing could get past his eyes. She was lying in this bed because he wasn't quick enough; it was his fault for taking her to all these places that put her life on the line every day. He blamed himself. He went to hold her hand and it felt like ice. He half hoped she would entwine her hand into his just like she always did. But reality can always enforce rules onto the Doctor; rules where in near death you can't awake.

"We did the best to repair the heart," the nurse slowly explained. "There was so much damage that we infused some other muscles in order just got hope function. And her leg will be just fine, if she should pull through."

"A heart so big; and she will pull through." He ran his fingers through her hair. He felt more wires connected to her head. "What are these for?"

"They are brain scans and mind readers. They keep us inside her head make sure she isn't brain dead. That's how I know all about you her thoughts during the surgery. They were all about you."

"Can I see them?" The nurse gave him a grimacing look. She rang her hands in debate. "Please." The nurse walked over to a sheet covering a large box like figure.

"I can't promise you that you will like what you see."

"I don't care." She sighed and pulled the white sheet off what was revealed to be a T.V. screen. And there were all of her thoughts.

"There is no sound, just images. Sometimes they are more valuable than a single word." He watched the screen. Some of the same images flickered back and forth. The first time he grabbed her hand for the first time one regeneration back.

"God, my ears."

"Focus."

"Right," he continued watching all the time they grabbed each other's hands and ran. They just rant, and ran. Some moments flicked just them laughing with each other. And then it pauses onto one moment. The night they were stuck in hospital people questioning, Are you my mummy; outside the locked door. And she held out her hand to him. How much he could remember everything about that moment. The way the air smelt and how even knowing that they were in certain doom all he wanted as to hold on to her and dance. And that's exactly what they did. They danced is if nothing a wrong and then remembered something. When pinned against the wall out of pure slip of thought he remembered what he told her.

"I'm so glad I met you." And she looked at him with delighted eyes even though they could be dead in two minutes.

"Me too." He grabbed her hand. It was him who held onto her. He needed her. He still needed her; he would not let her go.

"Give her my blood."

"What?"

"Give. Her. My blood."

"But what will that do to you?"

"I'm healthy if given in parts I will be fine. I'll be weak but I'll be fine."

"What will it do to her?"

"Nothing that wouldn't help, we aren't getting any better sitting like this." The nurse sighed and pondered his thoughts.

"Oh I don't see what harm it will do. We are all walking on thin ice and uncharted territory. But what will the blood of the Time Lord do to a human." A dreaded question and one he did not want to dwell on.

"The woman in this bed has travel back and forth through time, up and down planets you couldn't even begin to imagine. She has fought aliens that would make you run for far you would never look back. She has looked into the heart of the T.A.R.D.I.S and lived. And she is Bad Wolf, scattered across space and time." He looked at the image of them dancing. "And she saved someone from the darkest place in their mind, from the terrible deeds he had done. And she taught him to laugh again. She taught me to live again. She is Rose Tyler, and if she can do all that she would want us to do this." He looked at the nurse. "Well?"

"Alright, come with me." She left the room. And he stood looking at her one more time. He bent down and kissed her forehead.

"I promised you I wouldn't let you get hurt. Now I'm going to fix this." He turned and walked away before he could turn around. The nurse was waiting down the end of the hall. She pointed toward a small door. He met her and could see another stark white bed waiting for him. He took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeve. The want to cry was blocked by his pride and determination. He laid down on the bed propped up ready. He presented his arm to her. She began to clean his arm prepping.

"You must really care for her."

"I guess I do." She was ready with the needle.

"Ready?"

"For her," and she stuck the needle in his arm. "Ouch, watch it."

"You thought needles were kind?" The blood slowly began into drip into the bag. If you glanced it was regular blood but under a microscope you know it was something special.

"I will watch you hook this up to her. My blood will not be used for some experiment."

"Doctor, the hospital thinks Rose is dead after the surgery, this is just you, me, and her." he nodded and let his head rest on the pillow.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Everyone needs someone. As a nurse I make sure that everyone keeps their someone." They waited in silence.

"I'm going to need to sleep. To recover for another round, I might not see her get the blood."

"She will get it."

"Good." His mind felt heavy and foggy. "If she wakes up, tell her –" And he fell into a forced slumber. The nurse tied up the blood line and cleaned up the Doctor. She carried the blood still warm down the hall. She exchanged the synthetic for his. It began dripping down. As it went into Rose's body a golden dust formed in the blood.

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