Amy
I was shaken awake. I glanced at the clock. Three in the morning. The Doctor starts to talk extremely fast, and my brain is too tired to comprehend, but I do catch something about River, so I shake Rory awake.
"What! What's so important you just had to wake me up?"
Just then he jolts up and looks at me. I nod, and he jumps out of bed. The Doctor and I stifle laughs.
"What?" asks Rory, sounding innocent.
"Rory, you don't have any trousers on."
He looks down to find he is in his pants.
"Oh right, trousers."
He slips on some trousers and runs out the door. The Doctor and I follow close behind. We run into the medical room, to find River laying on the bed with her eyes open.
She looks terrible. Her eyes look tired and her body looks deformed. She cradles her stomach with her hands, as if to protect the being inside. She looks up at me.
"Amy…" she whispers.
Her voice is so frail, like the rest of her body.
"Yes, I'm here River. I'm so glad you're okay," I say.
River gives me a sad look.
"I'm not okay. I can read the scanners, I know what they mean. I'm dying, and there is nothing you can do about it. But I'm okay, I know I have to die. I'm willing to go, so that somebody else can take my place. All I have to do is stay alive for just two more months. Then, after I have this baby, I'll be gone."
I can't believe she just said that. She basically just gave up. River Song doesn't give up.
"River, please, you don't have to do this. If we get rid of the baby, then you'll be okay. There are more chances to have a baby, but there will never be another River Song. Ever," I say firmly.
My eyes start to tear up.
"How could you say that? I am not getting rid of this baby! I love him, and I won't let any of you do anything to him that would harm him!" exclaims River.
The Doctor steps into the conversation.
"Oh yeah, that reminds me. River, while you were out, I had to check to see if the nanos were working, so I had to do an ultrasound. Do you want to see the pictures?" asks the Doctor.
He goes over to the table and grabs the pictures. He sets them in front of River. She stares at them, starting to tear up. You can see the small little head, and the tiny pair of hands. It's so cute.
"Oh River, I'm sorry. I would never do anything to hurt her."
"Wait, her? How do you know it's a her?" asks River.
Oops, I was supposed to keep that a secret.
"Oh, it must of slipped out. Sorry."
"No it's fine. I kind of wanted to know anyways. I like that. My daughter. I'll have to come up with a perfect name before she is born, or before I die…"
We sit in the room, talking with River, until she gets tired after about an hour and goes to sleep. Rory and I decide to go back to sleep too. I just hope River is alright. She can't die. She just can't.
A/N: Yeah, this one's a bit short to, but they'll b elonger next time. I like writing Amy, she's fun. And you gotta love Rory. Lol no trousers, makes me laugh everytime.