A/N: I'm so sorry guys, I keep meaning to update and then I get distracted by other things (like the midseason finale, what?)...but guess what? This is my longest fic, ever! And also my most reviewed! I'm so happy that it's been so well-recieved, I can't thank everyone enough for all the faves/subscriptions/reviews. Just keep it coming, guys :) Okay, so this is the eleventh chapter- I'm almost done, I know how I want it to end- and I think there will only be two or three chapters after this...I'm typing them now, so I'll try to upload as fast as possible.

Thanks this time especially to...

Rainbowbrains (as usual, luv ya!): Well hopefully things'll clear up for the Doctor soon! Glad you like the Rory-cameo :D

BellatriD: I'm so glad you like it! Glad you like Rory! Who doesn't like Rory?

Alright, that's it. I'll try to update faster, guys, I really am sorry =_=

~LoverBoyWonder

The Doctor slept. When Amy returned from the cafeteria, she sat down in the small chair next to the bed, sipping her coffee, just watching the Time Lord breathe. He was seldom this peaceful, this relaxed. He looked like a child, his long gangly arms reaching out and making him look as if he should be holding a teddy bear or some such object. Amy smiled fondly at him and then slipped out of the room, a new idea gracing her mind.

She returned quickly and placed the object she had bought from the hospital gift shop into the open, inviting space between the Doctor's pale chest and his slender arms. It was a soft little stuffed bear, with black fur, wearing a cottony shirt in a colorful shade of what could only be described as TARDIS blue. The sleeping Doctor unconsciously tightened his arms around the gift and he mumbled in his sleep, rubbing his cheek against the top of the bear's head. Amy couldn't help but grin again as she took her seat by the bed once more.

It was later when Dr. Forrester entered the room to check on his patient, only to find that both he and Amy were asleep. He quietly backed out of the room, picking up an intercom outside and calling some colleagues from different areas of the building. Rory, who was working diligently at the nurses' station, overheard snippets of Forrester's conversation. His eyes widened at what he picked up- Forrester was rather excited- but he didn't stop working, and when Dr. Forrester left in a hurry Rory followed discreetly behind.

Forrester looked at the orderlies and doctors assembled behind him and took a deep breath. "I've never seen anything like it," he told them. "You'll never believe it. I'll be rich. Imagine what those government groupies will pay me, what those upper-class idiots will offer, when I show them what I've discovered." "But we get a cut, don't we?" another doctor asked nervously. Forrester's eyes narrowed. "Help me restrain him. Then you'll get your cut." Forrester looked at them all and nodded once. He put a finger to his lips in a gesture indicating the need for silence and slowly turned the door handle, pushing it open.

Amy stirred lightly in her sleep. Something was nagging at her, telling he she needs to wake up, she has to wake up, something's wrong, Amy, wake up! Amy's eyes snapped open and a scream left her lips. A group of doctors and nurses crowded around the Doctor's bed, some holding syringes, some standing ready to fasten the restraints around the Doctor's body. Forrester stood in the middle of them, listening to the Doctor's heartbeats, looking pointedly at the others there. When Amy screamed, they whirled around, caught by surprise, and two large doctors ran over to her. They pulled her up and restrained her arms, and though she struggled it was in vain and poor Amy could not free herself.

"What do you think you're doing!" she panicked, anger blazing in her eyes, "Help! Someone- mmph!" One of the doctors took a piece of gauze and stuffed it into her mouth to stop her from alerting anyone as to what was happening. In a flash the Doctor was awake, but he couldn't do much because of the mob of hospital staff standing around his bed. They quickly clasped the restraints around the Doctor's struggling body, preventing him from doing anything more than wiggling. "Amy!" he bellowed, Amy's answering cries swallowed by the gauze.

The Doctor was discouraged from shouting again when Dr. Forrester suddenly whipped out a gun and trained it on his head.