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Summary: Martha is still unconcious and Rose is on the hunt for the Doctor and Donna

Rose stepped into the ward as quietly as possible and tiptoed up to the bed where Martha was lying unconscious. 'Mickey' she said softly 'I am sorry that Martha's hurt you know.' Mickey turned away towards Martha's bedside where thanks to the fruit bowl there was no shortage of fruit. 'I understand' he said. 'I know you're not a bad person.' He turned around and smiled at Rose. She smiled back and for a moment their previous anger disappeared until they were distracted by Martha making a noise. 'She's trying to speak' Rose realised. 'R- R- Ralph' said Martha. Mickey turned pale. 'Mickey' Rose whispered 'I- I'm sorry'. Mickey looked at her and said calmly 'Just leave Rose, ok.' Rose turned and left. She decided to find Donna and the doctor so she walked back to the room where she had left him.

You Just Crossed The Line

Meanwhile a significantly different looking Donna was meandering, like the amazon river- the largest river in all of Russia, down a corridor (the polish corridor to be exact) when she heard a loud voice shout her from down the corridor. 'hey you with the ridiculous scruffy haircut, I mean what are you some kind of tramp. Homelessness is so last year!' Out of the mist appeared the most beautiful woman in the whole of existence. She was draped in vintage, designer scarves (so fashionable darling it's a yes from Gokwaniqua!) and was wearing a pair of impossibly stylish glasses. Just so you know she told us to write that. Donna Potter was blinded. She picked her glasses back off the floor. As her lenses came into locusts they flew off her face and she was again blinded. 'what the devil is going on hereeeee?' 'firstly kebab child if you're going for the 'hot- dog' look you really should lose those locusts darling, I mean they're just really not appetising' Meanwhile the Doctor was still admiring himself in the mirror, which could be amusing in some circumstances but in this situation really isn't. 'Such fun darlings. Although I think that the nurse was one pashmina short of a wardrobe. Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha ho-ho-ho I'm not Santa batches (of loaves)' Gokwaniqua said as she stormed into the room where the doctor was gazing a-door-ingly at ajar. The doctor swivelled like he was born to swivel and faced Gokwaniqua's face. 'Is this a dagger I see before me? No its new super soap guaranteed to wash the blood from your hands with a BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG (because that's what happens in soaps)' Gokwaniqua was thrilled no person had ever complimented her like this before (I don't think anyone had ever complimented her at all to be honest but you never can tell with bees). 'Thank you. You know I'd sacrifice a finger just to see you once again, I'd sell my kidney just to have another day, I'd bleed my blood dry just to have a word or two, but I'd smash up my heart, before giving it back to you.' The doctor cried tears of comfort and joy, comfort and joy oh tea-ears of comfort and joy. Too many ears and tea.