A/N--- Ok, sorry for the time it's taken to update. I've been busy with one year old twins and helping my very pregnant sister move house! But here it is ladies and gentlemen! Chapter 11! This is the longest chapter I have written as there was just so much I wanted to fit in. I think it would have been double this length if I hadn't stopped myself.

Hardly anyone reviewed the last chapter so I was quite disappointed and wasn't sure whether to keep writing the story...but I did and I think I like this chapter, although there are still parts which I don't think I convey well enough. But yes...enjoy! Oh, and this is dedicated to all my reviewers who have stuck with the story, (ie. Doctored, Emela, Eilish10, NekuYasha, Wrightpa2, Gaiafreedom21, Jammies2000, Lia200304, MontyPython203) But especially my best friend, Lana Aurelius, hopefully she will enjoy the character in this chapter! Wink!

Rose was lying bruised, broken, naked and ashamed, on the dark dusty floor of the pub. Her breaths were shallow and fleeting, she was choking on her own blood. Rose had no concept of reality, she had slipped into unconsciousness and was simply laid out in the storeroom of some dank, dirty bar in the centre of London, slowly falling further and further away, and no-one had any idea.

By this time Mickey had come to in the bar and had left in a foul temper, thinking that Rose had ditched him, left him passed out on the table. She obviously thought that it would be funny to leave him there. Well he would let her know just how bloody funny it was when he next saw her. He hated how Rose had become lately. Of course he still loved her, he always would, but since the Doctor had left her she had become less of herself and more and more a shell of her former self with every passing second. He hated how hopeless she had become; she had all but given up. Given up on love, happiness, life, herself and everyone around her. He hated seeing her that way, so despondent and empty, she wasn't Rose Tyler anymore, not really.

Blood was still seeping from Rose's motionless face, her breaths were slowing to a whisper of air. Her immobile body bruised so badly that her entire torso was beginning to flush and darken with the blood seeping beneath her skin. Her blood and tear soaked hair lay tangled around her face, swimming over her features like a broken halo, once so bright, now cracked and decaying. A blotchy, mottled purple tainted the once radiant flesh of her body, the ivory tones of her skin marked and marred forever by her corruption.

Footsteps echoed around the room. A petrified scream. The young barmaid would forever be haunted by the memories of what she had found that night. Lying in the store room, so damaged, so close to death, lay a blonde girl, her face full of sorrow, her body shattered and destroyed.

Rose's body was covered by a coat and the panicked staff swarming around her pulled the tape off her mouth, praying that she would breathe. The ambulance was called. The barmaid was around Rose's age, she sat by Rose's head and stroked her hair, a tear running down her cheek in sympathy and sorrow for the girl so like her but so destroyed by pain. The staff shakily attempted the CPR the paramedics had instructed them to. They were all afraid, they almost felt guilty even touching Rose, disturbing the little peace and escape that she had managed to find within herself. As they pressed on her chest there was a sickening crunch, ribs were cracked and shattered, already crippled before she was found. The people gathered around her winced as they saw blood seeping under her flesh, she was bleeding internally, crushed from the barrage of blows inflicted on her. The blood was flowing out within her body, but still unable to escape, trapped within her to fester and destroy the very being it sustained. And then she left, in a scream of sirens and a flurry of flashing lights, she was swept away into the night.

The hospital room was white, a little too white, such a contrast to the blackened broken spirit that lay incapacitated, held silently captive within herself. The bright lights shone down upon her fragile flesh and the doctors surrounded her, their faces grave as they swept through their work, the girl was another casualty, another life to save, impersonal, nameless. Her body was subjected to yet more invasion, unwelcome, perhaps now unwanted. But this time they would work to help her, to save her.

Five days later Rose awoke. She was lying in the middle of a ward, five other people around her, all lying motionless on their beds. Rose could not move, a tube was down her throat helping her to breathe, another was in her arm, and another in her chest, another in her stomach…in some strange way Rose could feel them all, so foreign, almost alien, intruding upon her. Nothing was hers anymore, she felt that all of herself had been stolen away when she was ra…when they…oh god. Tears began to spill down her cheeks as she slowly remembered. It was strange, like flashing images inside her own head. They weren't connected, there was no chain of events. She remembered being naked and having two men staring at her. She remembered the Doctor leaving her, Mickey being drunk, refusing to eat, a crushing pain in her chest and stomach, a strange burning feeling throughout her entire body. And that was all. Just pieces of her life for the last months, nothing more.

But the tears continued to fall, all the grief that she had within her was slowly surfacing and Rose felt that maybe she should just give up and give in to her pain. The Doctor had rejected and abandoned her, there had been men who attacked her, she was hopeless and dejected. And so confused. Why was she in hospital? Why couldn't she breathe? She tried to lift her hand but it ached, she moved it to the tube in her throat and then up to her eyes which still spilt tears for her loss, her innocence, her confusion and her heartache. She couldn't wipe away the tears, they were a testament to all that was left of herself and who she used to be.

A nurse entered the room. She was tall, dark hair crowned her face. She was young, perhaps younger than Rose, she had a warm and friendly face. She looked at Rose in slight surprise and smiled consolingly at her. This act of kindness made even more tears escape Rose. She was touched by the kindness in the nurse's face, but she just wished that the Doctor could be there smiling at her, or her mother, or anyone that she knew. Why wasn't anyone there with her?

The nurse took a seat beside Rose's bed and smiled down at her. She took Rose's hand and moved it off her face, placing it gently by her side. The nurse gave her hand a gentle squeeze, a silent reassurance, a silent apology, sympathy and understanding of what had happened. She then brushed Rose's hair out of her face and wiped away the tears still rolling down her pale and hollow cheeks.

"Hi there. Try not to move sweetheart. I'm Libby, I'm your assigned nurse. Now you've been unconscious for a few days so things will be a bit hazy for a while. It's good to see you finally awake though, you gave us all a bit of a scare." Libby spoke softly and seemed to search within Rose's eyes to gauge her response to what was being said. Rose clung onto every word that was being said, just trying to make sense of what had happened to her and work out what was going on. She clutched at Libby's hand urging her to understand that she needed to talk, needed to ask questions.

"It's ok, it's ok. Try not to stress yourself too much ok? Now I'm just going to check your vitals and then I will ask you a few questions, so I will ask the doctor if we can take you off the vent or if not I will grab a pad and pen so that we can talk." Libby stood and bustled around. Rose felt her hand taking her pulse and watched her as she checked her heart-rate, temperature, blood pressure and then as she lifted Rose's hospital gown, Rose twisted awkwardly and her eyes prickled again from tears as the memories screamed back into her head.

"It's ok sweetheart, I just have to check the incisions. You had surgery. You had a lot of injuries when you came in. Do you remember what happened?" Libby looked tentatively into Rose's eyes. Rose shook her head but stopped quickly as it felt like knives inside her own head.

"It's alright. Don't worry. We'll work everything out in time. You just try to relax. I'm going to go and speak to your doctor, he'll want to come and see you." At the word 'Doctor', Rose gave an involuntary shake of her head as she slammed her eyes shut at the idea of her Doctor. He had not saved her. He really had left her, she had been attacked and he was nowhere around. How could he do that to her? She really thought they had been…she thought that she had meant something to him, but no, he had abandoned her without even a goodbye and then he had not come back. He had always promised to protect her, he had told her forever, and then she had been almost raped and he was nowhere, he wasn't there for her.

Rose lay there in a daze, she was straining herself just to try and piece together her disjointed and hazy memories. Was she raped? She could remember lying there but then it all went dark and all she could remember was burning, like she was on fire. How did she get out of there? She wanted to scream, her mind was reeling and she couldn't make sense of anything. The more she concentrated the fuzzier things became. She tried to distract herself, looking towards the door she saw her nurse, Libby walking back in with a doctor. They both settled beside her bed.

"Nice to see you awake. Your resps seem to be strong enough so do you want to try coming off the ventilator?" He spoke in a soft voice but Rose couldn't help but notice how cold and bored he sounded, she was just another faceless patient in a dying crowd. She nodded her head tentatively, her eyes moving towards Libby for some comfort, she was given a sympathetic smile in return.

An hour later Rose was sitting up in bed drinking sips of water, trying to prepare her throat enough to talk. Libby was sat by her bed ready to start explaining things to her and ask a few questions of her own. The nurse was playing with her hair absentmindedly and Rose watched her, a small smile playing onto her face, she realised how young the nurse was. She was just like Rose could have been. She was here on earth, not travelling throughout time and space and she was making a difference. Here she was, not pining away for an alien who abandoned her, but living a life, a real life and helping people every day.

"Alright? Now when you try to speak just whisper and speak very slowly. Don't try to do too much. Ok?" Libby spoke and took out a notepad, ready to take notes from Rose.

"Ok." Rose whispered in a hoarse rasp.

"Right, you came in five days ago and you were brought in by ambulance. Staff at 'The White Horse' pub found you but no-one had any information on you. Can you tell me your name?"

"Rose Tyler." Rose was confused; they didn't even know her name. Nobody knew she was there, nobody knew what had happened.

"Miss Rose Tyler?" She asked, Rose responded with a nod. "Ok, can you give me your date of birth and contact information, then we can call your family. Don't worry, you can ask as many questions as you want, we just need to get this necessary information done. And it would be nice to have some family in for you wouldn't it?" Libby seemed a little worried by how impatient Rose was, her eyes were searching for answers and she just wanted to know what had happened. Libby wasn't sure how much to tell her right away. She didn't want to cause Rose any more stress. Rose gave over all the information and it took a long time to complete all the forms that the nurse kept going through.

"How much do you remember sweetheart? Can you tell me anything about what happened?"

"I don't know. I was in the pub and then I was on the floor and…there were two men. Then I don't know. Just darkness and feeling like I was on fire. What happened to me?" Rose spoke with certainty and determination for the last few words, she needed to know. She was frustrated and angry with herself, at how useless she was, how pathetic her memory seemed. Libby sighed, and moved her chair closer to Rose's bed as if preparing herself for the difficult task.

"Rose, try not to stress yourself sweetheart. Just lie back and I'll try to explain, although there were no witnesses so we aren't sure about all of it." She waited for Rose to reply with a nod and then helped her to lie back down before she spoke again. Rose contorted slightly and cringed as she lay back down. Her whole abdomen felt like it was ripping open.

"You were brought in five days ago in a very bad state. You had stopped breathing and your heart stopped whilst you were in A&E. You had broken ribs and a punctured lung. Your spleen and liver had both been perforated and from those you had bleeding internally. You had lost a lot of blood that way and there was sepsis. You were taken to surgery where they repaired the damage and you responded well."

"How? I mean…how?" Rose started crying again from the sheer shock that was overwhelming her. She could have died. She really could have died. After all the aliens, all the wars she had experienced, the miasma of danger she had experienced and on earth, in a normal pub, she had almost died.

"It's ok Rose. It's normal to be quite overwhelmed in your situation." Libby reached over and stroked Rose's hair. Rose closed her eyes and just tried to get her head around everything, the shock, the fear. "You were found in the storeroom of the pub and you were in a bad way. Your hands had been bound by some plastic cord from the boxes and there was tape over your mouth. It looks like you had been beaten badly and…and there were signs that you were raped, although there was no semen found on examination. I know this is a lot to take in and I'm sorry."

It was real, she could have been raped, she was beaten, she almost died. This was too much for Rose to take in. She just wanted to curl up and make it all go away. She wanted someone to hold her, to hold her close and protect her. She wanted the Doctor, she needed him, she needed him more now than she had ever done before. She had never felt so broken. She was lost. Libby left to give Rose time to adjust to the information and to call Jackie. Rose cried out inside her head for this to just be some disgusting nightmare, she silently begged for her Doctor. She begged for a release, a peace, something to stop the shame and agony she felt. Something. Anything.

A/N--- What did you all think? Rose is slowly trying to make sense of what has happened, but will she ever be able to? And where is the Doctor? Why hasn't he come for her? Oooooh...exciting isn't it! lol!

Anyway, please review as I really need to know you guys afre still interested, I'm so busy at the moment that I don't want to keep writing this if no-one likes it or anything. But yeah...I'd love to hear any comments you have, and you shall be rewarded with pants from either Ten-Inch or Piper...which ever way you swing...if you review!

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