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He Who Sins

Chapter Forty Five: Hope And Faith

The Doctor found Tymon's little face searching through the darkness first, he saw his face light up as the Doctor approached, then he saw the body he dragged behind him, stained with blood. The Doctor ran towards them as Tymon cried out

'Doctor!' he cried out as the Doctor swept past him and dropped down beside Rose. The Doctor pressed his hands to Rose's cold cheeks and his ear to her mouth, he could hear tiny breaths coming from her mouth, and with that a smile took over his face. He picked Rose up into his arms and smiled down at Tymon, he ruffled the boy's hair then began to run back towards the Tardis, when Tymon didn't follow the Doctor looked back over his shoulder

'Come on!' he encouraged him. A smile came over Tymon's face as he followed the Doctor towards where the Tardis was hiding. The Doctor burst through the doors heading for the medical room, for the second time that day, whilst Tymon lingered in the doorway with a look of shock on his face.

'It's…'he whispered in wonder, the Doctor grinned at him

'Bigger on the inside?' he asked as Tymon nodded. The Doctor laughed,

'You'll get used to it' he told him as he walked into the medical room. The Doctor knew he could trust Tymon in the control room exploring as he worked on Rose; he set her down on the table. Slowly he set up various machines to her, one monitoring her heart beat which was dangerously low, another supplying blood to her rapidly disappearing supply, a drip giving her the nutrients she so badly needed and an oxygen mask was fixed over her face. The Doctor rolled up his sleeves and began to slowly sew her up, preying that the stitches would hold and the wound would heal…it was either this or perform a hysterectomy – something he wasn't comfortable doing without Rose's permission. So he sewed her up and waited, there was nothing he could do but wait to see if she lived or if she died.

Once the Doctor had stopped pacing the medical room, he stopped beside the tiny incubators and watched as the chests of his tiny children rose and fell. He placed his hand through the small openings and rested his little finger in the palm of one of the babies, he lent his head against the plastic and sighed as he watched them, why was everything going so wrong? Once he was sure that the babies were alive and still breathing through the tubes, he carefully picked up the smallest one and placed her on the scales. He plugged her umbilical cord and wrapped her tightly in a pink blanket. As she was being weighed he looked around for clothing that would fit – he found nothing. The scales beeped telling him that she had been weighed; he looked down and felt his heart plummet as he read the scales

'Two pounds, eight ounces' he read aloud as he looked down at the miracle which was his daughter. Placing her carefully in the incubator he went on a mission to find clothes. When he returned he saw Tymon crouching next to the incubators, he was softly talking to them. His words floated out of the room as the Doctor moved in

'So my mama died, and now your mama is very poorly, but I hope…I really hope she gets better cos she saved me, and I know how much she wants you' he whispered earnestly. The Doctor felt his heart crack as he watched the small boy trying to comfort his twins. The Doctor walked in and stopped next to Tymon, he knelt down beside him

'Hey' he said softly, Tymon jumped and turned around

'It's alright' the Doctor reassured him. Tymon bit his lip as his eyes welled

'Will she be alright Doctor? She has to be alright' he whimpered before throwing himself into the Doctors arms. The Doctor caught him and held him as he cried in his arms.

Once Tymon had left he turned back to the babies, he picked up the littlest again and pulled out the tiny jump suit he had in his hand. After several attempts of fitting a nappy which swamped her, the Doctor got it on, he then placed her tiny body in the jump suit which he left open so the tubes going to her chest could continue to monitor. The Doctor looked down at his daughter who was dressed in dolls clothes – they were still too big. The Doctor picked up his other daughter and began the same process, soon the scales were beeping

'Three pounds exactly' he murmured as he dressed her and rested her in her incubator. The Doctor placed one hand in each of the incubators, resting his little finger in a palm of each of his daughters, he dropped his head down unable to look as their tiny bodies fought for life, slowly tears began to trickle down his cheeks

'I'm sorry' he whispered 'I'm so sorry'.

The Doctor sat that way for a long time, watching as their tiny chests rose and fell, he felt his heart slowly break as he watched everything he had slowly draining away around him, but there was nothing he could do but wait – and hope.

'Keep faith and hope' he whispered to himself remembering Rose's words. He let a faint smile pass over his lips before he heard the cry of alarms. He jumped to his feet and turned to the room where Rose was lying, he began to run as the alarms screeched in warning.