A/N: Hii! Sorry it's been so long since an update but I've had all this stupid coursework to do which has taken up a bit of time. I couldn't bring myself to do anymore, so I decided to write the next chapter instead. Thanks so much to Dreamcatcher49, Angelic Toaster, Dengirl, Maura, Imitierte Identitat and AliaofTwoWorlds for reviewing, it really does mean a lot! This chapter required a lot of Googling on how to treat certain medical conditions, so I hope that bit is alright, but I am still not 100% sure if this is what would actually happen… correct me if I'm wrong and I'll change it! Two kind of bad words but nothing serious. I hope you like the next chapter!
The Doctor stared at the tiny figure sprawled out in the snow, his eyes dropping from her face down to the crimson hole marring her shirt. He stood, frozen in horror, for what seemed like an eternity. Then a tiny groan fluttered out from Rose's lips, and he sprang into action. He gently scooped her into his arms and sprinted back into the TARDIS, carrying her as gently as he could. He burst through the doors and raced to the infirmary, silently thanking the TARDIS for moving it so close to the console room. The Doctor laid his precious burden down on the gurney and with great difficulty tore himself away from Rose. He dashed outside to collect the other woman he had seen fallen in the snow. As he picked her up, he took in her swollen belly and sunken limbs. he was pregnant. Whether that was still the case remained to be seen, he thought, staring with a grimace at the gaping hole in her chest. He placed the woman on a bed next to Rose. With clinical detachment removed their dripping clothes and inserted drips into their arms. His movements were fluid and professional, betrayed only by the shaking in his fingers. He bent over Rose, examining her wound. The cold had actually been beneficial in this situation –it had slowed down blood loss enough to keep her blood levels from reaching dangerous levels. Although, he thought, glancing at her blue fingers, cold is a two way street. He lifted a scanner from a nearby tray and proceeded to run it the length of Rose's body. As he read the results, he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. The bullet had missed her vital organs, lodging itself near her stomach. A dark fog clouded his vision, as he realised this had been intentional –they hadn't meant for her to die immediately, but to die scared and alone in the dark forest. He squeezed the scanner tightly in his fist, almost snapping it in two. The only thing that kept him in the room were the two women that needed his help. He forced his anger aside, keeping it barely restrained, and applied a temporary bandage to Rose's stomach and wrapped her in blankets, before turning his attention to her friend. With a sinking heart he realised she may not have been so lucky.
The first thing Rose saw when she opened her eyes was white. White like snow. She must be in the snow, in the forest with Darya. Darya! Rolling onto her side and biting back a yelp at the wave of pain , Rose tried to push herself up, but found her arms were stuck by her sides, trapped by the blanket which was wrapped all around her. That was odd. They don't usually have blankets in forests. She tried to manoeuvre herself up again, but a strong pair of hands descended on her shoulders, keeping her firmly in place.
"Don't know where you think you're going, Miss Tyler," said a familiar voice lightly, Rose's eyes widened, as she found herself staring into another pair of brown eyes she thought she would never see again.
"Doctor?" she breathed. His face split in a huge grin.
"That's me." He pressed his lips to her forehead and for a moment they just stayed there, their faces illuminated by small smiles. Suddenly, Rose stiffened, and drew away, looking around frantically.
"Darya! I was with this woman, this friend, see, and she was out there too, she was hurt, and…" the Doctor grasped her shoulders gently.
"Rose. Rose! She's fine. She's just over there." Rose followed his finger and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw her friend lying on a nearby bed. She turned back to the Doctor and beamed at him.
"Thanks." She thought she saw something flicker behind his eyes, but it instantly disappeared, replaced with a relaxed smile. He pressed her back onto the bed, and his expression hardened.
"You, though, are incredibly lucky to have your fingers, let alone be alive. Don't know what possessed you to wander off like that, or what you did to get yourself shot, but, no, let me finish," he said as Rose opened her mouth to interrupt. "I'm sure you had your reasons, and I'm pretty sure they were the same reasons that led to your friend over there wearing your jacket." His expression softened for an instant. "But you didn't even check the date! One word, four numbers, and this all could have been avoided. But no, instead you wander out on your own and get yourself hauled off to a bloody prison camp! You could have died and it would have been your own damn fault!" Rose simply stared at him, eyes wide. The Doctor felt himself deflate. It hadn't been her fault, really, but he had been so scared and angry, not at her, but at her captors. He hadn't meant to say any of it, hadn't meant to take his anger out on her, but it had just slipped out. "Rose?" he said softly. "Rose, I'm sorry, I.. it was an accident." But Rose kept staring, watching memories play in her minds eye.
"They're all dead cause of you."
"They are dead because of us."
""It's your fault we're here. If you had kept your ugly hands to yourself, they'd be safe."
Her old Doctor, with his battered leather jacket and big ears, burning in a fire she helped to create.
"You could have died and it would have been your own damn fault."
Rose bit back a sob. God, what was she? Whatever she touched turned to dust. The village, the old Doctor, hell, even the Daleks. She couldn't even keep herself safe. What good was she to the Doctor?
"Rose? Rose? C'mon say something, please. I didn't mean it, any of it." The Doctor's pleading broke through her reverie. She turned to him abruptly.
"We should take Darya home." The Doctor was taken aback, but Rose talked on, aware she was babbling. "Wouldn't want her waking up in the middle of a time machine. Somewhere safe, though. Somewhere she can bring up her kid in peace. Don't want them getting hurt." The Doctor looked at her for a long moment, his eyes full of pain and regret.
"Rose, I'm so sorry. Darya's fine. But the baby isn't." The colour drained from Rose's face and she looked at him desperately.
"But you're the Doctor. Can't you fix it?" The Doctor watched her sadly.
"I'm sorry. I did everything I could. But the damage was irreversible." Rose curled herself into the ball, shivering despite the blankets. She turned away from the Doctor, staring at the opposite wall. Another person dead, all because of her.
A/N: That was certainly not what I expected the chapter to turn out like, it just sort of happened. I hope it was alright, I'm not sure about it, but the Doctor can get angry when he's worried, and Rose would have to deal with this at some point anyway. I hope it wasn't too out of character. Please tell me what you think?