"Emma get back, now." The Doctor grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the strange man.
"Are you alright?" Emma asked the strange man, ignoring the Doctor.
"No one is supposed to be out here." The man fell to his knees and started to claw at his shoulder blades.
"Stop that." Donna said standing beside Emma.
"You have to run!" The man pulled a layer of his skin off revealing a wing that was rapidly growing and pushing outwards.
"Oh my god." Emma pulled away from the Doctor and ran over to the strange man, "I've got you." Emma knelt beside him and placed a hand on his back as he screamed.
"Emma! You don't even know what is happening." The Doctor shouted tried to pry Emma away from the man, to no avail.
"He is in pain!" Emma waved the Doctor away with her hand, "I can help him."
"How can you help him?" Donna stayed back, "You don't even know anything about him, do you?"
"I don't know." Emma grabbed the strange man by the hands and pulled him to his feet, "Come on."
Emma led them down the street, as she read all the signs; nursery, school, and so on. She came to a stop in front of a building labeled Emergency. Emma put an arm around the man and helped him up the stairs. The Doctor and Donna followed behind with caution.
"How does she know where she is going, everything is written in some strange language." Donna whispered to the Doctor.
"I don't know." The Doctor whispered back as they followed Emma into a room with hospital beds lined against the wall.
"Lay on your side." Emma instructed leading the man to a bed.
"It hurts!" He writhed in pain.
"I know," Emma went over to a supply cabinet across the room and pulled out a syringe, "This will numb the pain." She inserted the clear liquid into the mans arm.
"Emma what are you doing?" The Doctor took the syringe from her, "You don't know their biology, you could harm him."
"Do you know the slightest thing about them?" Emma challenged him.
"You'll kill him!" The Doctor slammed the syringe on the bedside table.
"No I won't!" Emma shouted back, walking to the opposite side of the bed to examine the strange man's back, "What's your name?"
"Adriel," The man stopped writhing.
"Alright Adriel, can you tell me what the date is?" Emma touched his, now four foot long, wings.
"The day of the christening." He took a deep breath, "I was supposed to be there for the princess, she is only four."
"You are a knight." Emma noticed a scar on his ribcage that looked as if it had been created by a sword.
"It is my job to protect the princess, but my wings got out of hand." The man sat up, "They are supposed to only come out when I command them to, but they just started to rip open my skin. I am so very sorry for any inconvenience that I have caused you."
"You didn't." Emma watched helplessly as the man walked out of the room.
"You could have killed him!" The Doctor yelled as Adriel was long gone.
"I didn't." Emma spoke softly.
"It is painfully obvious why you were institutionalized." The Doctor seethed anger, "Not even your parents could handle you!"
"Doctor, stop." Donna warned.
"Just to make matters worse you have a brains so fried that you have no concept of right and wrong."
"Emma he didn't mean it." Donna tried to amend their argument as Emma rushed out of the room.
"What the hell was that?" Donna spoke angrily.
"She was out of control." The Doctor ran his hands through his hair.
"So were you!" Donna yelled, "Now go find her, apologize, and ask her how she can read an ancient language you can't."
"Where did she go?" The Doctor asked, concerned.
"I said find her!" Donna snapped, "Not ask me where she was! Now, go!"
The Doctor held his hands up and walked out of the room in search of Emma.
Emma punched the brick wall of an alley, silently wishing that it was the Doctor's face. A stray tear fell down her cheek, she quickly wiped it away.
She didn't cry, not in front of people or alone. Not real crying. Sometimes a raged dry sob, but never tears. It made her feel like the child that she had lost touch with so many years ago. It reminded her of the days where she could run to her grandfather and cry about a knee scrape. She loathed those days, not because she wanted them back, but because she wanted them gone. If those days were gone, she could be able to handle what her childhood had become. She told herself the same thing every night, no one will ever love you.
"Emma!" The Doctor yelled into the deserted streets.
Emma put her back to the alley wall, putting her head in her hands, though she wasn't crying tears there was a liquid substance covering her fingers. She pulled her hands from her face to see that the back of her hand had started to bleed.
"Damn." Emma said as she noticed the blood had dripped into a small puddle on the ground, "I just got the bandages off."
"Emma!" The Doctor was a block away from Emma, "I'm sorry!"
Emma put pressure on her hand and sat down a few feet away from the puddle of blood.
"Emma!" The Doctor shouted as he found Emma, "What happened?"
"I was attacked by the wall, but I fought it off and made peace with its people. We will now have many generations of children to share." Emma glared, "What do you think happened?"
"Half human half wall children?" The Doctor suggested, making Emma smile, "I'm so sorry Emma." He knelt beside Emma.
"I've heard it all before." Emma closed her eyes.
"Nothing I said was true." The Doctor put his hand on the side of Emma's face, "You are brilliant and your parents should never have given you up."
"That's new." Emma opened her eyes and smiled.
"You look beautiful." The Doctor smiled.
"Your not so bad yourself, Doctor." Emma placed her hand on the hand the Doctor had on her face.
"I'm going to kiss you." The Doctor said running his free hand through Emma's hair.
Emma nodded and the Doctor pulled Emma against him kissing her deeply. The Doctor took his hand off Emma's face and put his arm around Emma's waist.