PLAGUE
SEVENTEEN
When they heard the TARDIS engines the others came rushing from where-ever they'd been, in various states of dishevelment and disarray.
They were, of course, too late.
Rose screamed, "Doctor!" and fell to the ground in a dead faint as the ship disappeared.
Jack looked around, did a quick head count and then went to her as Owen was crouching down doing a quick examination.
"She'll be all right," the physician opined. "Let's get her to the clinic."
Jack gently lifted Rose and carried her to the bed where The Doctor had been lying just moments before.
Owen evaluated her swiftly once again, nodded at Jack and left the room.
As he was pulling up the blanket her eyes flickered open, filled with fear.
"Be calm, hush," he whispered and placed his palm lightly against her forehead. "Wil has taken The Doctor. I know this makes you unhappy but think for a moment. There's nothing we can do for him here and she may be able to help him in ways you can not."
Rose grabbed Jack's hand and pressed it to her cheek as she let out a partially restrained sob.
"I trust Wil," he said. "And so should you. We all know she's extraordinarily capable and exceptionally strong. I know…"
She turned away from him but he gently guided her face back and looked into her eyes.
"I know she won't let anything bad happen to him."
Jack sat down on the bed and took Rose in his arms.
"If you don't trust her, trust me," he added.
"Now, get some sleep. We have a lot of work to do in the morning."
He got under the blanket and held her close.