Author's Note: Sorry for having to wait for more than a month for this chapter, but I wasn's entirely sure what to do with this and was working on other projects as well and this got a bit left in the corner. It's still there for a bit, I can't promise fast updates only that I will update this and that I try to update one of my stories once a week (uploading one-shots count in my head.) , so it can indeed occur that one story gets updated 3 weeks in a row and then other's end up being left for over a month. Just know that I try my best and I hope that you can understand.

Also, I'd like to claim my lack of medical knowledge again, so if this inaccurate please don't get angry with me.

I'd also like to point out that this is unbeta'd as my current beta hasn't responded to my beta requests in over a month, so I decided to stop sending these stories to her until she responds to one of the previous (also already uploaded) stories. I'm also considering getting a new one, who hopefully responds.

Disclaimer: I'm pretty sure that, if I had written Doomsday and series 3 like this I would've had a worse reputation than Stefan Moffat, so I'm pretty sure that you can conclude that I don't own Doctor Who.

3. Doctors Doing Their Job

Rose sighed as she finished her fish fingers and custard, something, among other things, she kept craving during her pregnancy, the pregnancy had been going on for about 5 months now and she was still missing The Doctor terribly. She cried herself to sleep every night and kept having nightmares about that fateful day in Canary Wharf.

During the days she kept herself strong, although pretty much everyone at Torchwood knew the truth but thankfully they didn't bother her with it, they couldn't do anything about it anyway. That didn't make her life less hard as throughout every day all these little things reminded her of the man she loved.

The worst part, however, was the daily visit to the Torchwood doctor, they had insisted on it being daily because it was an alien pregnancy and they wanted to keep a close eye on it, they wanted to know as quick as possible if there any threatening abnormalities occurred. But to Rose, all these doctor visits only helped with painfully reminding her of the only Doctor she wanted to see.

When she wasn't examined by a doctor she focused on her job as an alien expert, she found that being distracted helped her forget the pain. She knew that this was the same technique The Doctor used to forget about his losses, a method she actually had disproved, but now. that she had lost something herself, she looked at it in a different way.

She had stopped talking about it, no matter how hard her mother, father or Mickey tried. She had also stopped seeing the therapist her father had arranged for her. The only reason she wasn't giving up all together was the little Time Lord or Lady that was growing in her stomach.

The only thing she had left of The Doctor.

They had arrived at Sarah Jane's house. The Doctor's condition had been getting worse and worse and Sarah Jane was getting more worried by the minute and was slightly relieved that they finally were home, this meant that they were also close to the TARDIS and she would help them to make him better, Sarah Jane knew that that was something the old girl would do.

She had stopped the car and quickly got out, saw that Martha had already opened the door and tried to get The Doctor out of the car, who really looked like he was about to pass out any moment, so Sarah Jane quickly started helping Martha.

At that moment Luke opened the door.

"Mum?" then he noticed the condition the Time Lord was in. "What's wrong with him?"

Instead of answering, Sarah Jane quickly got the TARDIS key, she always carried, out of her pocket and gave it to Luke. "I need you to go inside and open the TARDIS for us, we need to take him to the infirmary." She told him.

"Okay, mum." Luke nodded and quickly headed inside.

"Infirmary?" Martha questioned as she had one of The Doctor's arms around her neck to support him. There was no way she expected an infirmary to be in a house like that.

"You'll see." Sarah Jane answered, she had The Doctor's other arm around her neck and she started guiding The Doctor towards her home with the help of Martha.

The TARDIS was in the attic so it took some effort to get The Doctor there but they eventually managed it. Luke had, as asked, opened the doors already so they could get in without having to stop, Luke also followed them into the infirmary in case he could help.

Martha was completely surprised with the fact that the police box seemed to be bigger on the inside but she ignored it in favour of the half-dead alien man that really needed medical attention. Martha suspected that he was suffering from shock, among other things, considering that Mrs Finnegan had been drinking his blood.

"I think he's in shock, he lost a fair amount of blood I reckon." Martha voiced her suspicion.

Sarah Jane just nodded.

They finally entered the infirmary and put him on the first bed. Martha had a quick look around and realised that she wasn't familiar with most of the things lying around there.

That wouldn't stop her from trying to save him.

She quickly connected him to the heart monitor, which was one of the things that didn't look that alien, and started doing a lot of tests with the help of Sarah Jane. She quickly game to the conclusion that he had, as expected, an extremely low blood pressure.

"I'm not sure how his biology works but if he had been human, he desperately needs more blood."

"You're suggesting a blood transfusion?" Sarah Jane looked at Martha questioningly.

"If possible yes." Sarah Jane nodded.

"I know that he used to have some of his own blood sacks around here, but I'm not sure if that's still the case." At this moment the lights of the TARDIS started to flicker. Martha looked up in confusion but Sarah Jane knew that the ship was trying to help.

"Does he still have blood sacks laying around?" She asked the TARDIS.

The lights flickered again, this time in a way that it was clear that it meant an affirmation

"Okay, stay with him I'll look for them." Sarah Jane told Martha and quickly went to the medical supplies closet.

She quickly found the shelf with blood sacks but realised that she didn't know which blood type he had in this body.

"I don't know his blood type, but you will tell me if I got the wrong blood type, won't you old girl?" Sarah Jane asked the TARDIS and got an affirmative response.

She randomly grabbed one of the blood sacks and got a screeching negative.

"Okay, not F positive then." Sarah Jane mumbled as she quickly put the sack back, Time Lords had different blood types than humans had, so different labels to go with it.

Sarah Jane tried E Negative next again got another negative but this time a less obvious one, she suspected that the TARDIS tried to tell her that she was on the right track so she grabbed E Positive and indeed got a positive answer from the TARDIS.

"Thank you, old girl." She quickly went back into the infirmary with the blood sack and gave it to Martha.

"You sure that this is the right blood type?" She looked up at Sarah Jane.

"Yes. The TARDIS confirmed it."

"The what?" Martha shook her head. "Oooh never mind. That's not important right now." She quickly attached the blood sack to The Doctor and let it fill his veins.

"I don't think one blood sack will be enough, is there more?" Sarah Jane nodded.

"There are two more."

"Good. Let's wait until this one is empty and then look further." Martha said as she made sure that there weren't anymore life threatening problems with The Doctor, but luckily she came up empty.

"I think that's it, now he just needs rest. Although..." Martha's glance strayed towards his broken right hand as she remembered how much his hand had hurt him throughout the day. "I think we might want to look at his hand as well."

Sarah Jane frowned. "That's an injury from a few weeks ago, why do we need to look at it?"

"Because he earlier claimed that he had fallen on it and the fact that it was hurting him was obvious." Martha pointed out.

"Okay, I think it's better if I take care of that, it's a bit of an alien way and I've done it before."

"You originally patched him up?"

"Yes."

"But, what I don't get is, aren't there doctors specialised in his species?" Martha finally asked the question that she had wanted to ask for a while now.

"Afraid not."

"How come."

"Not my story to tell." Sarah Jane looked meaningful at The Doctor.

"Okay." Martha nodded understandingly.

"Anyway, let's have a look at that hand of his." Sarah Jane got up and grabbed the same devices she used to fix his hand up the first time, a pair of scissors to cut open the current cast and a new cast.

"Could you help with keeping his arm up for better access?" Sarah Jane asked Martha.

"Sure." Martha said as she lifted his underarm, Sarah Jane made quick work of the cast and quickly scanned his hand again, only to find that indeed some bones had moved, she set them right again and put the new cast on his hand, in the meantime Martha started explaining what had happened in that hospital.

When Sarah Jane was done with attending to The Doctor's hand and there was nothing left to do for him, except letting him rest, she, Martha and Luke moved their conversation to the kitchen of Sarah Jane's house, with an alarm system provided by the TARDIS in case something changed about The Doctor's condition.

And in this kitchen Luke and Sarah Jane learned the story of the Judoon, the plasmavore and The Doctor, among they story of how Martha had saved the Time Lords life.