Amy's eyes grew wide with terror as she recognized what the Doctor was doing.
"Doctor!", Amy screeched and tried to pull her arm away from the Timelord's impossibly strong grasp.
The Doctor's eyes rolled to the back of his head. He dropped to his knees, which hit the ground and emitted two loud cracks that echoed throughout the room. His head lulled backwards.
Amy could feel the Doctor's once cool hands, hot against her flesh with regeneration energy.
Rory grabbed a syringe that seemed to have magically appeared next to the sedative. Thrusting his hand forward as fast he could, the nurse buried the needle into the Doctor's arm.
Within moments the energy faded and the Doctor collapsed into a heap beside the bed.
Rory immediately checked him for any signs of life.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! No, you are not giving up!", the nurse yelled as he stretched the alien out and began to try to resuscitate him.
"I know you can hear us Doctor! Do not dare give up. I swear to whatever God, or mystical being you believe in, you are not going going to get away from us that easily", Amy shouted as her bindings seemed to just suddenly fall off with a little help from the terrified TARDIS.
She dropped to the ground and took over for Rory.
Rory got up and ran to a small, silver rolling end table that had appeared nearby. Inside the drawer there was a small leather bound rolling case and an envelope. He ripped the case open and found three long cylindrical vials and a field vaccination kit. The TARDIS brushed against Rory's mind before leaving instructions on how to administer the vials.
"Rory! He's breathing!", Amy said as her husband stuck a needle into the soft flesh of the Timelord's shoulder.
Instantly the Doctor was screaming and thrashing about in pain.
After the longest minutes in either of the Pond's lives the Doctor stilled. His breathing was shallow. His hearts were lazily beating.
The pair met each others eyes. The same emotion, like a fire, burned between them.
After a couple of minutes had passed the Doctor's breathing began to return to normal and his heart rate increased. They both let out a relived sigh and after Rory determined it was safe to move him they lifted him to his examination bed.
Amy felt the need to keep her hands busy and began rubbing her wrists.
That is when it hit her.
"Rory", She said as she looked down at her right wrist.
Rory looked down and sharply inhaled as he snatched up her wrist.
He ran his fingers slowly across where her wound had been. In its place was fresh, soft skin. There was not even a hint of a scar.
"The daft alien. He could have killed himself and it is all my fault", she cried and threw herself into the nurses arms.
He rubbed her back with one hand and held the back of her head.
"Amy none of this is your fault", he whispered through her sobs.