BULLET-CHAPTER 3
Disclaimer: I don't own doctor who! Or else id be constantly adding puns in the script cuz im weird :p
Here we go, Allons-y!
Rory was sat in the chair across from the doctor in the med bay, as the time lord lay there. He had been unconscious for about 6 hours. It was about 11pm, well not in the TARDIS of course. But for Amy and River who were inside the Pond house pacing around restlessly in worry of the Doctor.
Rory noticed the Doctor had started to stir around a little, his eyes moving around under his eyelids.
"Doctor? Can you hear me?" Rory approached him and softly tapped his chest.
The Doctor woke up to the soft sound of his humming TARDIS. He looked up to see Rory with a relieved smile on his face.
He opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a "blah"
"what?' Rory said.
The Doctor couldn't seem to form any words in English. Another mumble in Gallifreyan escaped his mouth.
'Why can't I speak English?' he tried to say.
"Doctor I can't understand… wait I'll call Amy and River."
"It seems to be a side effect of the substance we gave him to get him to sleep." River said, studying the bottle that had the purple substance in it.
"Will he be able to speak English again?" Amy questioned.
River nodded. "Yes. Don't worry. It will wear off by tomorrow."
The Doctor moaned something again in Gallifreyan. It seemed like he wanted to get up.
"I think he wants to get up." Amy went to help him up.
"No, Amy he needs to rest. Don't care what he wants. We aren't risking another injury." Rory said as he layed the Doctor back down. The alien huffed, clearly not being happy about resting for so long. He wanted to be up and active again.
the TARDIS hummed happily. Everything was going to be fine.
Okay and that's the end. Yes I know that was very very short. But I cant stand long fics, like I can read them, but I can't write so much or it drags on for me. Anyways, hope you liked this. And please check out my other story 'don't stop running'