A few seconds later, I heard rapid footsteps approaching followed by an urgent knocking at the door. I decided to ignore it. After about 10 seconds, the banging stopped. "Violet!" I heard The Doctor shout. "Open up, damn it! You're risking worsening your neural implosion by not resting and, in the fragile state that your mind is in, it could very well kill you before you even have a chance to regenerate. And I don't even want to risk you having to regenerate unless there's no other option!" He resumed pounding on the door.

"What do you care?" I called out as I began rummaging through all the cabinets and drawers in there. He stopped his pounding once again.

"What do I care? I'll tell you exactly 'what' I care! I recently located my only daughter, whom I thought was brutally murdered by the Daleks back on Gallifrey for the past 253 years! Only I find out two days ago that this horrible fact isn't true and that you are, in fact, very much alive and well. And you know what, Violet? I'll be damned if I lose you twice. Now open up this door!" I continued rummaging through everything until I found what I was looking for.

"You don't get it do you?" I spat back.

"Get what?"

"You think that you're all high and mighty saving me from my 'terrible' life. Well, I've got news for you. I don't need saving. I never have. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you very much!"

"You don't need saving, Eh?" he angrily spat. His sudden change of voice sent shivers down my spine. I was so thankful that he couldn't see my fear. It probably would have encouraged him further. "What about that swarm of Vixtels that was after you? You wouldn't have survived them for more than a day without me there to save your selfish, unappreciative butt."

"I don't believe this! You're calling me selfish? All you cared about was getting yourself out of there as fast as you could. You don't care one bit that you just left these hostile aliens free to roam the Earth and feast on humans as they please. You think you're so almighty but, in reality, you are nothing more than a coward." I stared at the razor that was in my hands and slowly began to take it apart.

"The Vixtels have no use for humans" the Doctor explained. "It's Time Lord Blood they're after. You see, only one drop of our blood makes a Vixtel invincible to any injury and disease. They would have sucked us both dry in order to strengthen their species. Now, Violet, please open up this door and get back to Sick Bay so you can rest. Then, once you're better, I promise you that we'll have a proper talk about anything and everything that you want. Fair?" I just ignored him, instead staring at the sharp, gleaming blade sitting in the palm of my hand. The TARDIS lights flashed on and off a couple of times in quick succession. I could tell shat she was begging me not to go through with this.

"Violet, what's going on in there?" The Doctor asked in a panicked tone. The lights had probably flashed out there as well. I put the blade to my skin. "Damn it, Ol' Girl. You know perfectly well that my sonic doesn't work on wood and deadbolts. Let me in so I can help her!" I pushed the blade down into my forearm. I was about to drag it across my skin when I felt fingers touch both of my temples. All the muscles in my body relaxed and I heard the blade hit the bathroom floor. The last thing I saw was The Doctor's worried face before I succumbed to blackness once again.