A/N: Sorry for the infrequent updating, it will be common. :(

"Oi, girl, let me out of here!" Rose screeched as she banged on the wall that once held a door with a knob. The TARDIS had been playing this game with her, where she word place a door on the wall for a second, and then take it away.

Although Rose was quite frustrated, it helped her pass the time in the boring room. There was no form of entertainment, and she was about to go crazy if the monitor continued to make noises.

The one thing the Doctor couldn't do was stop monitoring her.

Speaking of the rat, where was he? She expected him to return after a few minutes, but he had been gone for a long period of time.

Even though her fists were starting to hurt from banging the walls, she decided she must do it until the Doctor got her out of here. She was starting to feel claustrophobic, and even faint. When she was scared, she didn't feel so well.

"Doctor, let me out! I promise I won't call you a twat!" She repeatedly banged her fist on the wall, and the TARDIS started shaking.

Rose didn't care if the TARDIS was hurting, because she was feeling worse and worse. She knew that it wasn't good that she was exerting energy, because she was beginning to see spots in her vision.

"Please, Doctor!" She screamed, and she could feel tears form her eyes. Suddenly, a door appeared, but Rose didn't feel like playing games.

Sobbing and screaming, she kept calling him, but he never appeared. The one thing she didn't notice was that the door remained in its place.

She felt so dizzy, and sick, that she stopped crying.

Breathing heavily, she let her sickness defeat her. After so many times of falling, it wasn't an unfamiliar feeling. The smack that hit her head almost felt comforting now.

The Doctor found himself waking up on the kitchen floor.

The tiles were pleasantly cool, and they made him alert. Yawning, he stood up and stretched.

He felt like something was wrong; there was a loud noise in his head. Realizing it was the TARDIS flustering, he asked what was wrong. Why was she so fussy? He woke up from a wonderful rest, why would she be upset?

Rose, Rose, Rose... I'm sorry.

No. It couldn't be.

"What did you do?" He growled at the ceiling, instantly searching for Rose's mind with his.

Quickly, she relayed the whole scene for him. He wanted to be angry with her, but he didn't have the time. Why did he have to succumb to sleep when he had to care for someone special?

It would be easy to blame it on the TARDIS, but this was completely his fault. She was just trying to be funny with Rose, whereas he acted distant and forgot to turn off his demand for the TARDIS to keep her locked in the room.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Rose I'm coming!" He heard no reply, and he couldn't find a trace of her mind. This was not good at all.

Maybe he ruined his future. There is a possibility he let himself down, yet again. He couldn't wait to see what he'd screw up next; it was nothing new to him, for him to make himself upset

This time he needed to focus.

Finally finding her room, he opened the door to find her on the floor. Immediately, he heaved her up and set her on the bed.

Like clockwork, he set all sorts of monitors and scans on her. She felt extremely warm, to him, which wasn't good. Because he could withstand extreme temperatures, almost everything felt room temperature to him, but Rose felt almost hot to the touch.

Next order of business, she wasn't sweating yet, so her temperature wouldn't lower. He needed to bring a cold compress, or maybe a few.

What alarmed him the most was that he couldn't feel her presence. She was breathing and had a pulse, but she wasn't thinking. Every time he tried to blanket her mind with his, he felt absolutely nothing there.

Like he was looking at a blank, white wall.

Just as he was about to head out the door to obtain cold compresses, the TARDIS atomized some and set them on Rose's body. She felt terrible about messing around with her, and the Doctor could see that now. He smiled sympathetically at one of the coral struts.

Now for the more risky business. Rose was unresponsive as in thinking purposes, so the Doctor's only choice was to venture into her mind and see what's going on. It was time like these where he was thankful for use of all his brain capacity.

Sitting on the bed, he got into a comfortable position; this process takes a long time in general, he could only imagine how long it would take with Rose is her comatose state.

Setting his fingers on her temples, he closed his eyes and stopped breathing. He could concentrate better when he wasn't breathing.

Clearing his mind of all the thoughts running through his head, he then transferred it through his arms, into his fingers, and then into Rose's head. The trip was a bit bumpy, but that was because he couldn't focus.

What met him was exactly what he expected. The whole room was white, and a bright white at that. The space was limitless as far as he could tell, and he couldn't see doors of any sorts.

"Rose, can you hear me? It's me, the Doctor," He called out with his hands cupped around his mouth. What met him was silence.

But something else happened. He felt his body being thrown about, and shaken, in the real world. With a sigh, he left Rose's mind and hoped he would find a peaceful time to help her.

Now he would have to deal with vices.