"Amy," Rory said watching her desperately feel the throat of the man for a pulse. "Amy I don't think he's alive, we were too late."
"You were a nurse!" she said leaping up. "Please, I think he has a pulse still!"
"Amy, I don't th-"
"Check! I Swear!" she said pulling his arm towards the body.
Rory knelt down beside him then picked up the mans wrist. At first there was nothing, but then he felt the smallest once of vein throb.
"Oh my God, your right!" Rory said not exactly to Amy but to the bit of hope that he had for the man.
"He's not breathing though!" Rory said, hand hovering over the mans' blue lips. Placing his hands on the mans' chest he pressed down thirty times counting under his breath. Stopping to check the pulse again, it has become stronger, but still no sign of breath.
"This doesn't make sense," Rory said looking up to Amy who was sitting beside him, staring intensely at the two. "His pulse is the same as if he were breathing. It's like he's not-"
"Human." Amy finish looking at the body.
Castiel had woken up to that last word. At first he only could hear, then he felt his eyes blink open staring at a sky covered with clouds whose essence threatened rain. No, they weren't clouds; they were blotches in his vision now leaving only a blue sky. That's when he realized he was still alive, breathing even, and cold. He had never been so cold it felt like. "Rory look!" a voice yelled but he didn't look over. Instead he began to cough violently, his whole body shaking. Dried blood that tasted rank and stale poured from his mouth as he rolled to his side. Above him he felt a hand rest on his upper arm.
"Rory! He's okay! Oh my God he's okay! Are you okay?" Amy felt like the Doctor saying so many things so quickly and all at once but she couldn't help it, whoever he was the Doctor had saved him after all.
Castiel gave a small nod before looking at his saviors. One with blonde hair and the other with red hair that seemed to bleed down her shoulders. "Yes, thank you." He croaked out before laying his head against the ground.
"I'll go get the Doctor," Rory suggested. Amy nodded and Rory took off running disappearing around a corner in the space-ship.
"My name's Amy," she said hoping this might bring comfort to him.
"I'm…" he paused thinking. "I… I do not remember." He said finally, laying his head on the ground again.
"Don't worry," she said patting his shoulder, "Do you remember what you are?" she tried staring curiosly at the man.
He shook his head. It didn't seem like an odd question, it seemed…. Fitting. He closed is eyes again the question of who he was gnawing in his mind, but there was nothing, not even the smallest trace of memories, only a feeling of years of sadness. Perhaps he didn't want to remember and he had chosen to forget, although he wished he remembered who and what he was.
To be continued...