Okay, I really did my research for this episode, and so it SHOULD be correct. Alert me if it isn't, please and thank you.

About an hour later, Drs. Foreman, House, Cameron, Wilson and Chase gathered around the X-ray of the Doctor's chest.

"You were right, House," said Cameron. "Every rib, broken. Cracked in some form or another."

House nodded. "Yep, I was. That shouldn't surprise you."

"It didn't," Wilson said, deadpan.

House began bickering with Wilson. The Ducklings, however, were still staring at the X-ray.

"Dr. House, what's that?" Foreman asked, using his pen to point at a faint lump on the X-ray.

House came over to look at it. "His heart," he said.

Cameron detected a hint uncertainty in his reply. She clicked her tongue, thinking. "No, that can't be, it's on the wrong side."

"I know that," snapped House.

"No, no," Chase said. "You're both wrong. That's his heart," and he pointed at an identical faint bump on the other side of the chest.

"Oh. Yeah. Sure." House scowled. "Chase was right twice today! Call him butter, cuz he's on a roll!"

"The machine must be broken," said Foreman, ignoring House. "It's copying itself. How strange…" and he sort of trailed off. "But that's too strange. It wouldn't make an error like that, even if it was broken."

"No, that makes sense, Foreman," said Cameron. "Look, there's an extra rib on both sides." She looked at the X-ray in fascination. "That is so weird!"

"It's his lung?" Wilson asked, getting the group back on track.

"Maybe," Cameron said. "Yeah, it's…wait…no, his lungs are right there," she used her thumb and forefinger to point at the lungs.

"The machine is broken!" Chase said. "That means the whole X-ray is probably wrong. And that means we'll have to wait until it's fixed, and that means…"

"Hush," House said, examining it. "No. It's not. It's just fine. If it were copying itself over, then the ribs on both sides would match, and they don't, obviously."

Wilson chuckled. "Are you really saying that the Doctor has two hearts?" He sounded skeptical.

"Yes, Dr. Wilson," House smiled thoughtfully. "That's exactly what I'm saying."

Wilson took a step towards the X-ray and then fainted, dead away, right to the floor. House and the Ducklings did nothing for a second looking at him in horror.

"Well," House said, clapping his hands. "I think we owe the Doctor a little visit."

"Are you sure you're comfortable?" Rose asked the Doctor, who was lying in a hospital bed, on top of the sheets. She fluffed his pillow.

"Yes, actually," the Doctor said. "This is the most comfortable I've been all day. Next to the table, I mean."

"Maybe if you got, you know, inside the bed," Jack suggested. "Like normal people do when they try to sleep?"

"Nah," the Doctor replied. "I'm not normal anyway; why start now?"

At that moment, House barged in the door of the room.

"Why didn't you tell us you had two hearts?" He cried.

"Oops."

"You have two hearts?" Jack asked. His eyes were as wide as saucers. "Cuz, I mean, that's perfectly fine with me, but it is kind of a shocker when you first learn…"

"I'm talking here," House said to Jack. He turned back to the Doctor and Rose. "Wilson just fainted when we looked at the X-ray, and…"

Rose giggled. "Ahem," she said, once she felt House's glare on her. "I'm sorry, it's just a little funny."

"...Funny that a 20 year old girl has a stronger stomach then Wilson," the Doctor said. Rose punched him in the arm lightly.

"That was not what I was going to say!" Rose said. "But yeah, that's kind of what I meant."

House rubbed his face with his free hand. "You all are completely unbelievable."

"You're one to talk!" The Doctor exclaimed.

"I'm calling the shots here," House said. "Remember? And as long as that is, you have to level the playing field. Your life could possibly be in my hands here, and usually I don't like to meet patients for that exact reason."

"Alright, alright," the Doctor said. "Sorry. It's just not exactly the first thing you think of when you've been around for 900 years. You don't meet people and say, 'by the way, I've got two hearts. Hope you don't mind.' When you meet the people I have, it just sort of gets lost in all of the other information." The Doctor stopped. "Besides, its no one's business but my own."

House looked exasperated. "Well, now it's mine, too. There are certain things you need to tell people," he explained, calmly. "Now. Is there anything else we should know about before we begin treatment?"

"Besides the thing about being 900 years old? That's approximate, by the way."

House nodded wearily. "Yes, besides that."

"I don't…well, yeah, actually, there is. This is important: Don't give me any pain medication. It might kill me." The Doctor nodded matter-of-factly. "Not even aspirin."

House's raised his eyebrows. "Oh." He said. "I see."

"Oh, AND…I've got…well...for every organ you have one of, I have two of. And for every organ you've got two of, I've got four of."

House just looked at him.

"And there's probably more; I can't remember what exactly. But when I do remember, you'll be the first to know."

House continued to look at him. His brain just couldn't absorb any more information that day.

"Sorry, again. My apologies."

House didn't move for a moment. Then, he rubbed his face again and left the room.

"What a charming man," the Doctor said, grinning.

Over the course of that day, the Doctor was looked over by House and Wilson once more, who reported that his ankle was broken, as well as his collarbone.

"He really banged himself up," Cameron explained to Jack and Rose, at about 7:00 that night. "He's going to need bed rest, and lots of it. Not to mention some breathing exercises, but I'm sure he can handle it."

"How long is the whole process going to take?" Jack asked. He put his arm around Rose.

"I…um…well… don't hate me," Cameron pleaded. "But, two weeks. Give or take."

"Two weeks? We can't wait that long!"

"Wait," Rose said. "Yes, we can. We have all the time in the world, as long as the Doctor is going to get better. He is, isn't he?"

Cameron nodded. "Well, at least, we think so. If he breaks bones like a human, he should heal like a human. How long the process take may be altered slightly, but, eventually, he'll be as good as new." She paused. "Well, maybe not new, seeing as he's nearly 10 centuries old. But as good as when you left him."

Rose actually cracked a smile. "Alright. Good. Thank you, Dr. Cameron."

Dr. Cameron turned to walk away, but stopped. "You know what? Call me Allison."

Rose nodded, and Cameron smiled and walked away.

At around 10:00 that night, Rose and Jack, with the grace of Dr. House and Wilson, went into the Doctor's hospital room for the first time in hours.

"Ah!" Rose laughed. "I see they managed to get you into a hospital gown."

The Doctor pulled a face. "Yes. Against my will, mind you."

"Cameron said they're going to keep you for two weeks," Jack said.

"Oh, we're calling her Cameron, now?" Rose said, cocking an eyebrow.

The Doctor smiled before he spoke. "I know," he said. "And as long as that's true, you two are going to need your rest. It's 10:00, go to the TARDIS, and get some sleep."

"You don't want us to stay here?" Rose asked.

"And do what?" He chuckled. "Get some coffee, watch me sleep, annoy Dr. Chase? That's not very productive. Fun, yes, but not productive."

"Okay, we see your point," Rose said, and stopped for a moment, not sure what to do. She looked at his face, biting her lip. "Well, I guess we're off, then."

"Yep," the Doctor said cheerily. "See you in the mornin'."

Jack and Rose left the room in silence. They made it half way down the hallway before Rose turned around.

"I can't believe it," she said, looking longingly down the hall. "He's saved my life at least a dozen times," she said. She looked at Jack. "…And yours once, but here I am, runnin' away when he needs me the most. We should do something."

Jack put a hand on her shoulder. "Rose, sweetheart, there's nothing we can do, except catch a few Z's. He's asleep, Dr. House is probably asleep, and so we're going to sleep. He's being monitored; nothing bad is going to happen to him."

Rose groaned and, half -heartedly, trudged down the hallway, looking back over her shoulder every few seconds.

As soon as she and Jack reached the TARDIS, the beginnings of a thunderstorm had started. Jack said nothing to Rose for the rest of the evening...in fact, as soon as they reached the interior, Rose went off to bed without a word, leaving Jack in the console room by himself. He decided not to bother her, and went to his bedroom shortly thereafter.

It took Rose forever to get to sleep. She didn't remember drifting off, but she knew she must have, because at 3:01 there was a clash of thunder so loud that the TARDIS rocked back and forth. Rose, who was not a light sleeper at all, woke up. She got out of bed and looked out the window in her room, where she saw Princeton-Plainsboro- all the lights were still on.

Suddenly, without warning, something pulled at her stomach. Rose nearly doubled over, but caught herself on the table by the window. It pulled her again, like an invisible thread was tied to her stomach. Suddenly, only one thought was in her head: 'Go to the Doctor, Go to the Doctor.'

And so she did.

Without a moment's hesitation, she slipped on her shoes and grabbed a jacket, pulling it on as she ran out the door of her room. She hoped Jack didn't hear her, or, if he did, didn't come after her, because there was no way she was turning around. The thread pulled her and pulled her, across the street and out of the ally, across the courtyard and into PPTH.

The lobby was empty, except a few people asleep in chairs, waiting for their loved ones. Rose ran past them without a second glance and jogged all the way to the Doctors room, her shoes squeaking all the way. She didn't even think to knock before entering the room, but once she did, she leaned back on the door and closed it, trying to make as little noise as possible.

"Rose?" a voice said. It was the Doctors.

"You're awake?" Rose said. She noticed his voice didn't sound groggy at all. "For how long?"

"Not long. Half an hour, maybe. How did you know I was?"

Rose stopped. "I just…did."

All of a sudden, Rose realized she couldn't hold it in any longer. Tears began to roll down her cheeks in waterfalls, and she used the sleeve of her jacket to dry them. The Doctor could only see Rose's silhouette, but he didn't even have to look at her to know she was crying.

"Oh, Rose…"

"No, stop," she said. She was blubbering already. "This is not about you, it's about me, and how this whole thing is my fault."

"Rose Tyler, this is hardly your fault."

"No, it is my fault, Doctor, and just shut up and let me take the blame." She sniffed loudly. "I was afraid of this."

The Doctor cracked a smile. "It's kind of amusing, you know? To think that I've been through all sorts of things with you, and I end up in a 21st Century hospital because we-"

"Did something so meaningless," Rose finished. "I know how you feel."

"Not meaningless. Simple, was what I was going to say. Something so simple."

Rose continued to dry her tears. "Well, at least you feel that way. I just feel stupid." She walked towards the bed.

"No, what we did was stupid. You're not stupid- you're human."

"I know, I know," she said. "I have needs, feelings, etcetera. But you know what?"

The Doctor shook his head.

"I think you do, too. You're not that inhuman." She smiled. "You're more like me than you know."

The Doctor looked at her for a moment in a way she couldn't articulate. "Would it make you feel any better if I scolded you and told you it was your fault?"

Rose sniveled. "Maybe."

The Doctor was quiet. "Well, I don't think I can do that."

"What if I apologized?"

"That would be good."

"Alright." She paused. "I am so, so, so, so, so unbelievably sorry for this."

"S' all right," the Doctor said, taking her hand for the second time that day. He met her eyes and looked into them for a moment. He smiled slightly. "Now, you really have to go," he said, and dropped her hand. "Sleep. I'll see you again in a few hours."

Rose's smile faded. She nodded quickly and turned around, looking back at him as she left. The Doctor watched her leave until she was out of sight. He closed his eyes to mull over what had just happened, but found him self drifting off to sleep.

As she made her way down the corridor, there was a loud crash of thunder and the crack of lightning. Usually, Rose would have grimaced or cringed, but instead, a half-smile played on her lips.

"The Oncoming Storm," she said to herself.

And maybe, she thought, it was just her brain playing tricks on her, or the fact that she was massively sleep-deprived, but she smiled all the way out of the hospital and into the TARDIS. Because, somehow, she knew everything would be okay.

A/N: This is NOT the end of the story! It gets better… well, I think so, anyway.

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