I have never been happier to see a blue box in my life. The T.A.R.D.I.S looks like a shining beacon of hope sitting among the trees at this point, and I yank at the Doctor madly, allowing my cramping finger to stop pressing the blue button so I can get him into it quicker. I bump into the door, once, a few times, a few times more.

Not opening, why not opening, my exhausted brain manages to work out.

Immediately, I rip open the Doctor's day suit, popping a few buttons off, and start rummaging in his pockets for the key he carries with him, and when I find it, I kiss it. Quickly, I open the door and shove the Doctor inside before slamming it behind me.

I fall to the floor of the console room, just catching my breath for a moment.

Then I spring into action.

"T.A.R.D.I.S, I don't know if this is how it works, but look, the Doctor, he's in real bad shape, and I need a way to help him. I don't know anything about his physiology or anything, but I'm guessing you do, so please! I need like… a medical kit, or a super awesome alien healing room, anything!" I shout, walking around the console, heading towards the doorway.

Inside is a room I have never seen before, full of cabinets.

"Thank you! I'll take it. I refuse to let him-" I growl, not even daring to finish the sentence.

I bound into the room, wrenching open the first cabinet I come to. Inside are tubes. Cartidges, really, full of different liquids, labeled with words I mostly don't understand. Mostly. I get neurotoxis, and I get bicardiac arrest. Those seem to pertain to the situation pretty well. So I snatch them up, along with a syringe that fits perfectly with the cartridges.

I sprint back to the console room, nearly falling next to the Doctor. My shaking fingers fumble with the syringe apparatus a few times, but finally I get it functional.

My hand hovers over the Doctor's stiff body, hesitating. But then, I bite my lip, and I plunge the syringe into his left heart, pressing down on the applicator. I repeat that for the bicardiac arrest cartridge, and then let it drop to the floor with a clank.

I watch him for about ten minutes with no change. He doesn't stir, and his vitals are the same. Weak.

Tears fill my eyes, and I lay down, sidling up next to the Doctor.

I just curl up into him, feeling more alone than I have ever felt in my entire, lonely life.

"That waterfall," I whisper, "I wish you could've seen it. I've never fallen down a waterfall before, strangely."

I laugh bitterly, sniffling and wiping some tears away.

"So, when I got over the 'oh crap I'm falling' phase of it, and looked around… The water was like diamond around us. I could see you next to me, I could feel your hand in mine still, and we were surrounded by liquid diamond, tinted green by the jungle around us."

I remain silent for a good ten minutes after that, my mind empty. Just… nothing.

"It was beautiful." I say finally. He just coughs in response.

Coughs.

I shoot up, only to dive back down and press my head against his chest. His hearts are thudding strongly now, and when I pull back his eyelid, the normally dilated eyeball actually focuses on me. I squeal in delight, wiping my eyes and hugging him tightly, and his arm actually tries to wrap around me.

I start laughing maniacally, unable to stop, so overjoyed that he is okay. Okay-ish, at least!

"Stay here, I'll get you a pillow, and- well, of course you're going to stay here, you're still a bit paralyzed aren't you? Oh this is fantastic!" I shout, and rush about collecting things to make him comfortable. I get a wet cloth to wipe his forehead down, cool him off a little, along with one of his pillows, too.

This part, I can do. I got this. In fact, I got all of that pretty well, didn't I?

Oh man, he really is never going to hear the end of it.

"Water," is the first word the Doctor says when he begins to fully recover, so I fumble around the kitchen until I find a goblet to fill with water. It's a very intricate thing, not at all like the ones we drank out of earlier, and when I hand it to him he smirks a little.

"I don't know my way around the kitchen yet!" I defend myself, and help prop him up to drink. He takes a few swigs, then lays back down with a sigh.

"You look so much better," I say, relief flooding through me as I admit it out loud. He truly does. Almost normal.

"I feel like I've been processed by a Carygonish Rock-eater." He says, groaning, and I nod as if I know the exact feeling.

"Yeah? Could be worse though! You could be, I dunno… Giant spider chow, hanging a hundred feet above a jungle canopy, still infected by necrotic neurotoxic spider venom." I say, nudging him, and he grins his boyish grin at me.

"Without you, I would've been, yeah?" He shakes his head, and his gold eyes sparkle in the most infectious way. "You… You are fantastic. Absolutely brilliant."

I blush, shrugging.

"You know it goes both ways. C'mon, let's get you up and in bed."

I move to get his arm over me, but he shakes his head, getting up on his own.

"You've done enough already, Evy! You need to rest, too. I'm fine now."

I raise my brows and appraise him thoroughly. He does seem to be doing okay now.

And I also feel like I've been processed by a whatchamacallit Rock-eater.

"Promise? I'm not going to find you passed out or dead anywhere anytime soon?" I demand, and he smiles.

"Promise. On my honor!" He makes an odd loopy gesture over the left and right side of his chest, and I'm guessing that's Time Lord for 'Scout's Honor'.

"Alright, then. I'm holding it to you." I say, and we walk to the changing doorway where our rooms lay. We bid each other good night, and it's only when the doorway disappears that I feel the weight of my own body.

Jeez, every muscle cell in my body must be rebelling. Feels like a revolution in here.

I rub my arms, feeling the lactic acid burning.

It's definitely time for another shower, that's for sure.

I move in front of my gilded mirror, and see my bedraggled appearance. Twigs and thick spider web are caught in my braid, and I am covered, I mean covered in mud. Smeared on my face, my clothes, my everything.

Yeah. Space shower time.

I head towards the doorway, which is now open, and find that the Doctor is not in his room. I begin to worry, until I get to the bathroom. Worry quickly turns to embarrassment.

I walk through the doorway into the enormous bathroom just as the Doctor is stepping out of the glass tube. Naked. No suit, no brown coat. And very human in appearance, if you know what I mean. I stare for a millisecond too long, yet he doesn't even move to cover up. He just stares back at me, with an eyebrow raised. I can feel the blood rush to my face so quickly that I almost feel faint.

"OH my God, I'm so sorry, I'll just-" I nearly shout, and turn on my heel and practically run back through the doorway.

I can just hear the T.A.R.D.I.S beeping and booping in amusement.

I stand awkwardly in the console room, knowing that going to my room would only leave me trapped in my own, with a battlefield of awkward to fight through, or in other words, the Doctor's room.

He comes out wrapped in one of those orange towels, and just gives a casual nod as he gimps into his bedroom. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and give him a smile that I'm sure is much too wide and much too awkward, and then rush into the bathroom.

I turn around and the doorway has disappeared.

Thanks a lot T.A.R.D.I.S. Now you know how to close doors. Sure. Okay.

I let out my braid, running my fingers through my grubby, twig and web filled hair, and then strip off my disgusting clothes, starting to sing an old song I heard from a movie. It's got this swinging, languid, simple melody that I love, my favorite song to sing. I can almost hear the piano accompanying me as I step into the glass tube.

The hot water feels good on the tangled knot I call my body at the moment, and singing is calming me, as it always does. The shower ends way too soon, so I start it up again, and again, singing the song over.

Finally I decide it's time to get out, meaning I am so exhausted I can't even sing anymore. I step out, and immediately notice that the doorway is open.

"Seriously," I mutter under my breath. This is some sick joke the T.A.R.D.I.S is playing on me, I'm sure. I can hear the beeping from the console room, and it taunts me to no end. I wrap up in a towel and snatch up my dirty clothes and head for the doorway.

I nearly jump out of my skin to find the Doctor sitting next to the doorway in the console room. He's wearing red pajamas, ones that seem to be made of the same material as the orange towel I have wrapped around me. He looks at me, standing up immediately if not a bit unsteadily, and clears his throat.

"You have a very sweet singing voice. I heard you from my room." He says quickly, and I smile, trying not to let the blush I feel in my stomach reach my cheeks. "Reminds me of… It's very lovely, brilliant."

Reminds you of… What, you mysterious spaceman?!

"Oh thank you! I'm sorry about earlier, I didn't know…. I wouldn't have…" I trail off, wishing I could just drop dead for a bit until this awkwardness is over.

He chuckles, and tilts his head, like a puppy who has been confused.

"I wasn't bothered by it," He says enigmatically.

"Well I'm glad, and I'm also glad you enjoyed my shower singing, but you really should rest, you know? I'm sure even a great Lord of Time needs his rest after being assaulted by a gigantic spider, hmm? I didn't save your life just to have you die on your feet!" I say, tucking a strand of wet hair behind my ear. He watches the motion, and then nods, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going." He says, like a child being punished by being sent to bed. I laugh, and follow him. He flops on his bed, hands behind his head, and I make my way towards my room, my feet making smacking sounds on the solid ground of the T.A.R.D.I.S.

"Evy?" I hear him say, and turn to look at him over my shoulder.

"Doctor?"

"Thank you. I truly mean it. You see, I can cheat death as a Time Lord, but it still feels like dying. I wasn't ready to go. I have a feeling I won't be ready for a very long time, as well. So thank you. You're absolutely flawless."

"Go on…" I say, grinning cheekily at him, and we laugh.

"Goodnight, Doctor. I'm happy to say I'll see you in the morning." I say, and throw one last smile at him before turning in for the night.