The pair were in their room on the TARDIS.
The Doctor had let the TARDIS design their room, and she had not disappointed.
It was simple but perfect. It was about the size of their room back on Earth. It was an ivory room with gold trim and two matching blue wardrobes. It had a small blue desk in the corner that had stationary that seemed to just magically appear, but they booth knew it was the TARDIS doing whatever she could to make them comfortable. There was also a lovely master bathroom attached, which matched the room. She had done a magnificent job.
They were lying in bed when Amy asked with a small nudge, "Rory are you still awake?"
"Yeah", he replied turning to look at her, "He's worrying me".
"Yeah, the way he was acting. It was almost like he was avoiding every question we asked him", the ginger said.
"He was exhausted, do you remember how he just gave up after only a couple seconds of trying to get free after we started dragging him to the water?", Rory added.
"Yeah, that was terrifying. Imagine if it was not us who were trying to drag him away. Imagine him, alone on some planet. Surrounded by bad guys about to be captured, or worse", She shuttered, "Something is really wrong Rory. He needs our help".
"Amy, when his trousers got wet on the beach I could see the outline of his legs and-", Rory was cut off by a loud crash that radiated from outside the room.
They both stood still a moment before looking at each other, tossing the sheets, and then racing out of the room.
It was dark in all directions, except for one which was pulsating slowly from red to white.
"I think she wants us to go that way", Amy said pointing at the lit corridor.
As she finished her sentence the cloister bell began to ring.
"Run", they both said linking hands.
They ran for about a minute, following many different corridors until they saw the Doctor.
He was lying face down on the floor, his head cocked to the side. His eyes were shut and his breathing was ragged. It looked as it he had fallen and hit his head against the near by door frame. There was blood slowly trickling out of a wound on the side of his head just above the ear.
"Doctor! Rory do something!", Amy yelled.
"Amy we need to get him to a medical bay or something", he said calmly as he took off his sleep shirt and bound it to the Doctor's head in an attempt to stop the bleeding, "Amy do you know where one is?"
"No! But I know how to find one", she said running over to the wall, placing her hand on it, closing her eyes.
Rory picked the doctor up as carefully as he could.
He is too light, the Roman thought.
"Amy? Have you got it?", He asked as his wife pulled her hand off of the wall.
"Yes! Follow me, do you need help carrying him?", She asked.
"No", he said as they began running as fast as they could with the Doctor unconscious in Rory's arms.
Three minutes later the couple and their helpless friend burst through the door of the medical bay.
There were two tables side by side separated only by a white curtain. Heart monitors and IV drips stood by along with two medical cabinets full of everything from supplies to drugs, which were of course, bigger on the inside.
The man set their friend upon on of the tables and began working, with his wife as his assistant.
Every so often he would tell her to hold something or get something and she would do exactly as he said. Eventually, 3 hours later the Doctor was stable enough for Amy to get herself and the nurse some tea.
While Amy was out of the room Rory took the opportunity to exam the Doctor closely.
