A/N- Please tell me what you think of how I portrayed Sarah Jane's character. I think I'm rubbish and doing anyone but Luke, really, so any critique or suggestions would be welcome.

I wanted to do it from her point of view because I wanted to write what happened when they went to the Private Healthcare place instead of just telling Luke what happened. Anyway, tell me what you think!

Sarah Jane's POV

We'd set out early in the morning so we would be out all day. It was strange to sit in a car with the small, quiet girl who I hardly knew. She was so very different from Luke. With him I had felt an instant connection, and though I was very fond of Keira, it didn't really feel the same. I felt rather bad; you weren't supposed to love one child more than another. I hoped, though, that I would get to know her and love her as a daughter.

We hadn't seen Luke as he went before he got up. I had to carry Keira out to the car in her pyjamas as she refused to wake up. Or maybe couldn't. I was glad she was still asleep, lain out across the back seat, clumsily strapped in because it meant that I wouldn't have to make awkward conversation with her.

Just when I was thinking we ought to get there soon I saw the sign and turned off at the turning. The organisation was housed basically in the middle of nowhere in a grand house with a wide lawn and tasteful ornaments. A big sign by the driveway said 'Outer Cambridge Private Healthcare Facility.'

I didn't want to wake the small figure lying across the backseat; she looked so cosy and peaceful, but after I had parked the car in the spacious car-park and waited for a few minutes to see if she would surface I knew I was going to have to.

"Keira." I said as gently as I could. I leant over my seat and shook her shoulder slightly. "We're here, get up." she groaned and flapped her small hands at me. They were just like a young child's. Was I wrong to put her in Luke's year? Mr Smith had put her age to be about fourteen, though I could hardly believe that possible. Only one year younger than Luke and Clyde and Rani. He said she had been malnourished and hadn't grown up properly. I didn't know if I would share that with Luke; he'd probably get angry.

Once Keira was on her feet, I locked up and we made our way to the front door. It was large and wooden and looked like it could withstand anything. There was a buzzer, which Keira insisted on pressing and a few second wait before the door was opened by a woman in a sterile blue uniform and we were ushered inside.

"Did you make an appointment, Ms…" said the woman who's nametag dubbed her 'Shelly Vaughn'; Receptionist.

"Ms. Smith. Yes, I called up yesterday, booked for a 'Keira Smith.'" I put my arm around Keira to indicate who it was for. It felt natural; I was always hugging Luke this way, but also very strange putting my arm around those unfamiliar shoulders.

Shelly Vaughn led us to a waiting room, painted in uplifting colours of sky-blue and sea-green. Lots of greens in places like this are slightly sick-looking, but this one was very refreshing.

The secretary left with a 'Please wait here Ms. Smith', so me and Keira sat down on the comfy chairs situated by the window. Dry fronds in pots were placed on a table, along with some magazines advertising health products. I looked through them, but I couldn't find Home and Garden, so I sat back and watch my daughter take in the surroundings. That was one thing I definitely loved about having people who had never seen anything before. I adored telling Luke the functions of things, how they worked, and their name. Keira didn't ask half as many questions, but I was able to tell when she was curious and when she was not.

We only waited five minutes before were shown into a room that looked like a Doctor's office. There was a large poster all the human bones on one wall and the symbol (two snakes wrapped around a stick) carved into the door. The doctor stood there smiling at us from behind his chair.

"Hello, Ms. Smith!" he beamed and ushered us into two seats in front of the desk. "Please, please, sit!" he sat down on his own chair and sifted through a stack of papers on his desk. He pulled one out and studied it for a second.

"Doctor Whittle." He introduced himself as. "So you called in yesterday, with the hope that we could do something for your daughter." It wasn't really a question, just a clarification, so I stayed quiet. "She's got…a needle? In her arm, you say? Well, I'll talk you through the procedure and if you have any questions you can ask them before we operate."

I nodded and saw Keira nod next to me. We hadn't really talked about it, but she knew what would happen and why it needed to. I knew she was frustrated by her constant loss of consciousness.

"So. Any questions?" Doctor Whittle asked us.

There was a short silence before Keira asked softly, "Will it hurt?"

"Not at all." The Doctor assured her. "We've decided for this sort of procedure, which could potentially get messy that we'll put you under. There'll only be an injection."

Keira shuddered. I knew from the last time she had entered a Doctor's office that somewhere along the way, Keira had developed a slight phobia of needles. The poor Doctor had been trying to give her a dose of medicine to combat her narcolepsy and she had been shaking and crying all the way through it. It was quite disturbing.

"If there are no other questions we can prep her for surgery, then." Doctor Whittle said after a few moments of silence. "The operation will only take about half an hour. We'll need to keep her in for an additional hour for observation, but then you're free to go." He turned to me. "Would you like to waiting in the waiting room or watch the operation, Ms. Smith? She might need someone to hold her hand and make her feel safe."

"Of course, yes." I answered. "Whenever I watched those TV drama's of people in surgery I'm always struck by how they're surrounded by surgeons and people like that, but never by their loved ones. I didn't want to let Keira down like that.

Half an hour later, I was beginning to regret my consent. I had changed into a surgical gown complete with mask and now I was sitting next to Keira, looking at all the lethal-looking tools laid out on a far counter. She hadn't even been put under yet, but I felt sick.

"This is a new product." Doctor Whittle informed me, looking very sinister in his scrubs and mask. He tapped the syringe he was holding. "Just on the market and hard to get." He smiled proudly before sticking the needle in Keira. This didn't pose a problem as they had strapped her down so she couldn't wriggle an inch on the operating table.

As she drifted off, she was crying though.

Doctor Whittle talked me through the operation as he did it. I watched as he cut the delicately pale skin of Keira's forearm. He had an x-ray next to him that they had done a little while earlier so he could easily tell where the needle was. I can't say it was nice watching him rummage around inside her arm, cutting and peeling back skin before snipping and poking and finally pulling out a long, thin piece of metal about five centimetres long. I flinched as it clattered onto a metal tray.

Doctor Whittle sewed up the long cut with swift, efficient stitches. He wrapped it in gauze and finished it off with a bandage clip.

"All done." He said with a smile. "She should wake up soon and within an hour you can be on your way."

"Thank you, Doctor." I smiled back. It really was a weight off my mind. I was glad we had that sorted out. She could finally just be a normal girl and go to school. Plus, I needed time to work and this week was just one big long babysitting. "How much do you charge? I understand you're not on the NHS."

The Doctor smiled and waved it off. "Don't worry about it." he said in a friendly manner. "I understand you're a friend of Captain Jack's though. If you see him, tell him 'Peter' said 'hi'." He winked. "We had quite a thing going in the seventies."