[A/N: Looks like you lot enjoyed the previous chapter. I am quite partial to it myself. Hopefully I don't disappoint with the amount of whump in this.

By the way, I am very much enjoying a fic at the moment, called "The Underground" written by TheMysteriousComicGeek, which has bucket loads of whump and amazingly quick updates, so thought I might drop a recomendation to my readers.]

Donna felt smug. Getting to use the psychic paper was always thrilling, but usually it was The Doctor who got to flash it and decide who they got to be.

"My deepest apologies, your majesty," the chief of law enforcement uttered, bowing down to Donna Noble. "Any charges put against you will be dropped, I assure you."

"Good," said Donna, expecting no less.

"Will there be anything more that you require?" spoke the chief.

"I would like to be with John Smith now please," she stated.

"Why certainly. Right this way," he gestured. Donna and Lloyd started down the hallway together, when the chief put a hand out, signalling for him to stop. "The prison guard must be reprimanded."

"Humph, I don't think so, mister. Lloyd comes with me", she said, folding her arms indignantly. If the chief had looked hesitant, he wasn't about to argue.

"Very well your majesty. Go ahead"

Lloyd and Donna embarked back to The Doctor's ward. Cheekily, they grinned at each other for their accomplishment, after they had turned the corner, out of sight from any authorities. Their joy abruptly stopped however, when they reached The Doctor's room and found his bed empty.

"What?" Donna spluttered, walking right around the bed, even checking underneath it.

"What?" she repeated ten times louder, rushing from the room and over to the nurse's station, Lloyd tagging swiftly behind.

"Is something the matter?" asked the attending nurse calmly, when she saw the hot-tempered red head storming over with the cross-looking guard.

"Where is he? Where's John Smith?" Donna shouted.

"It's alright dear. He's with a couple of medics. They took him away to a different floor quite a while ago now. Must be for some extra tests or scans, sit tight. I'm sure they'll have him back soon." The nurse gestured to a seat.
Another nurse who had just arrived, setting down her clipboard looked up at the two of them nervously, then over at a screen, looking very wide-eyed with distress.

"Nurse Slade, Ms Smith, I don't want to alarm either of you, but no such procedure has been entered into our system."

"Excuse me?" uttered Donna "What kind of hospital are you running here?"

"I'll just contact Medic O'Donnell. Hey may know the patient's whereabouts," she answered quickly, picking up a comm.

"You've lost him! You've bloody lost him – let any old strangers come in and take him away, so they can do god knows what to him!"

The nurse's eyes flickered up at the teary-eyed Donna.

"Calm down Ms Smith. We will sort this."

While the nurse spoke quickly to the medic over the communicator, Donna stood fuming.
Thoughts raced through her mind about who could have The Doctor in their clutches and what they were doing to him. Would she be able to find him? What sort of condition would he be in? Would he even still be alive?

She had let the Doctor down big time. Her heart was racing. Exhaustedly she slumped into a seat. Lloyd placed an arm around her.

"It'll be alright", he said, squeezing Donna's hand. Then there was a cough from behind the desk and she shot to her feet again.

"Your majesty, I am to escort you to the head of medicine, where you will also meet with the chief of law enforcement."

Wanting Lloyd to be with her for support, she clung to his hand. Her body was shaking with the doubt and despair that was consuming her. She had to fight hard to stay optimistic and in control. Squeezing Lloyd's hand hard seemed to help mildly and he did not seem to mind.

After walking the medical centre's corridors once more, they assembled in the office of the head of medicine. Unlike before, the man was not sitting behind his desk so calmly, but rather pacing the middle of the room, speaking animatedly with the law enforcement chief and mopping his brow with a handkerchief.
Nurse Slade curtsied to Donna and then to Lloyd, awkwardly, before hastily scampering from the room, closing the door behind her and leaving the party to it.

Immediately, Donna was having a go at the two figures of authority.

"How could you possibly let this happen? Where is he? Oh, I am going to wring the neck of whoever is responsible for this!" Lloyd was forced to hold Donna back, to refrain her from doing just so.

"Relax. We have our technicians going through security footage," assured the head of medicine. "We promise you, we'll get to the bottom of this. We understand you've been through enough. Would you like to sit down?" He then asked, gesturing to a seat.

Although still shaking tremendously, Donna shook her head, ignoring the offer. She wasn't about to rest until her Spaceman was found.

"There must be more that you're doing to find him?" She questioned.

"We've issued a city-wide search for him," answered the chief, stepping forward into a confident stance. "And I have officers on all floors, questioning staff, patients and visitors."

"We have high standards at my medical facility," insisted the head of medicine. "Never have we let something like this slip through the cracks on us."

"YEAH, WELL IT OBVIOUSLY HAS DONE, SO BUTTON IT, BALDY!" Donna exclaimed.

The three men were temporarily lost for words at the ginger woman's outburst.
However, the silence was soon cut short by a sudden loud commotion somewhere down the corridor, followed by several urgent tones that emitted from their communicators and finally the member of staff that came crashing into the room with an instruction.

"Come quick. John Smith's been brought in."

Five sets of feet stampeded down the corridor to where a scene was already playing out. Law enforcement had the room surrounded. A couple of them were apprehending a young woman, while medical staff crowded and bustled around what turned out to be a figure slumped in a wheelchair. Donna knew immediately who the figure was and rushed forward, pushing past anyone who dared to get in her way.

"Spaceman, oh Spaceman," Donna moaned, finding it quite impossible to feel any sort of relief at the sight which greeted her.

So completely off colour and shaking, with eyes that were red rimmed and riddled with pain, ugly looking welts covered him and he was leaking so much blood that the bandages just could not hold in. The Doctor was in possibly the worst mess she had ever seen him in. Donna was made to step back a bit, as many hands carefully transferred The Doctor from the chair, to the gurney.

To her surprise, The Doctor let out a loud cry.
"Oh god", whispered Donna. One of the medics went to compress the bleeding, but stepped back in shock with a yell.
Everyone's attention was turned to The Doctor's abdomen, where something was visibly squirming just under the surface.

Donna felt sick. Luckily, the strong arms of Lloyd were there in time to catch her as she swayed backwards and was out for the count.

"Get this man into the O.R. stat!" barked the head of medicine.