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He Who Sins
Chapter Forty Six: Taking A Lead
The Doctor dived into the room to see all the machines ringing in alarm, as lights flashed and more alarms beeps, pressed against the wall was where Tymon was hiding as the room burst into action. The Doctor ran over to Rose's bed and pressed his palm to her cheek, it was still cold
'It'll be alright sweetheart, I promise' he whispered as he turned to the machines to read the various read outs
'Blood pressures dropping' he murmured aloud, 'she must still be bleeding' he muttered as he ran around to the cupboards. When he came back with a needle, Tymon slunk into the corner hiding, the Doctor picked up the needle and inserted it into the drip, the clear liquid mixed with the saline solution, and the Doctor squeezed the drip to make the liquid enter her body faster. Slowly, the machines began to stop screeching as her blood pressure began to rise and her heart rate quickened. The Doctor ran his hands through his hair
'Good' he murmured 'It's kicking in'. He walked up to her head and rested his forehead on hers
'What are you doing to me, girl?' he whispered as he stroked her golden hair delicately. Tymon walked up beside him
'What did that do?' he asked quietly, the Doctor replied without taking his eyes of Rose
'It clots her blood so the bleeding will stop' he said softly, 'Well that's what's supposed to happen' he added.
'So she's still bleeding?' Tymon asked worriedly, the Doctor nodded and placed his hand on top of Rose's cold one, praying that she would wake up to see her children.
'Yeah…inside' he murmured. Tymon swallowed nervously
'What if that doesn't work?' he asked, the Doctor glanced up at Rose's face
'Then I'd have to open her up again, find the bleed and stop it' he told the boy.
'Why didn't you do that now?' Tymon asked curiously. The Doctor looked over to him
'Cos if I did, I don't think she would survive it' he told him softly. Tymon's lip trembled as he looked at Rose, the Doctor smiled gently at him
'But if we let her rest, then she can get her strength back…hopefully, then she'll be alright' he murmured. Tymon nodded and looked up at the Doctor who frowned down at him,
'Come on Ty, you look like you could use a proper meal' the Doctor told him with a smile as he walked away from Rose. He needed to distract himself from the waiting…waiting for life or waiting for death, he really didn't know. So he began to father Tymon, teach him everything he hadn't had in his seven years of life, show him something he'd never known – the Doctor showed him love.
The Doctor smiled as Tymon munched hungrily on his meal of bangers and mash, the boy gulped it down greedily acting as if he'd never seen food before. The Doctor had given him regular clothes and Tymon had changed out of his robes – he was starting to look more and more like a normal boy. The Doctor studied him as he saw the paleness of his skin, his gaunt cheekbones that stuck out his face and the general thinness of him – the one thing that didn't worry the Doctor was the twinge of happiness that sparkled in his golden eyes. The Doctor ruffled his hair
'D'you wanna help me feed the twins?' he asked Tymon, he looked up eagerly
'Yeah!' he exclaimed.
The Doctor walked slowly into one of the medical rooms, the silence of the room was deadly except for the beeping of machines which assured the Doctor they were still alive. The Doctor walked up to their incubators and looked down, their oxygen tubes were still attached to their noses and the tubes that were linked down to their stomachs were still in place. The Doctor watched them and saw the very few blonde hairs they were born with had dropped out
'What happened?' Tymon asked softly, as though he was afraid to wake them. The Doctor felt a tremor run through him
'It's because of the stress of their birth' he replied emotionlessly, he watched them and waited for their eyes to open, so he could finally know the colour of their eyes. They remained shut and the Doctor felt another little piece of his heart break.
'Which shall we feed first?' the Doctor finally said after a moment of soul wrenching silence. Tymon looked at each of them
'I don't know their names' he said finally in a small voice. The Doctor half smiled at him
'It's alright, I haven't named them yet' he admitted. Tymon looked up at him curiously
'Why not?' he asked.
'I can't…not without Rose' he murmured.
'Didn't you think of names before' Tymon asked innocently. The Doctor closed his eyes and shook his head
'We didn't get time… not before…' he trailed off remembering the long months without Rose. Tymon placed his small hand on the Doctors
'I'm sorry' he whispered.
'Don't be' the Doctor told him as he turned back to the incubators.
'Right, big or little?' he asked. Tymon looked back and forth then smiled
'The littlest first' he decided. The Doctor nodded and turned to the fridge; he took out the special formula filled with nutrients and began to heat it. He then inserted it into a large needle and pressed the needle into the end of the tube which ran through the babies nose and down into her stomach. Once he was satisfied there were no air bubbles in the line, he began to insert the milk slowly, it crept along the tube, through her nose and down to her stomach. Tymon watched on in wonder as the Doctor tube feed both his children, it was one of the hardest things he'd ever had to do. Looking down and knowing these tiny babies were depending on him so intimately, tore apart his soul and he knew he couldn't fail them, so slowly he continued to feed them life.