Amy blinked a few times and was surprised to find she was lying on Rory's bunk. Then with a heart-wrenching realisation, everything that had happened in the past few hours came flooding back. She clambered down the ladder and looked down at her Doctor. He'd thrown the covers off again and was shivering, so she tucked him in and gave him a kiss on his burning forehead, like how he had done to comfort her many a time. It was then that The Doctor reached out a clammy palm, held her Amy's hand tightly and spoke to her.
"It's like when you're a kid. The first time they tell you that the world's turning and you just can't quite believe it 'cause everything looks like it's standing still I can feel it, the turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go..." The Doctor released Amy's hand and pulled away. "That's who I am."
Amy felt like she was going to perhaps faint or throw up herself, but she managed to hold onto reality. She had no idea that this is what The Doctor feels all the time. How could anyone handle it? Spending long amounts of time in the TARDIS could put things a bit out of perspective, but definitely not for the first time since Amy had met the doctor, she suddenly felt very small in the scheme of the universe. And here, lying so feverish and vulnerable was perhaps the most powerful being in the cosmos, her best friend. Amy prayed. Prayed to God, Santa, anyone really that the Doctor would pull through this. The universe needed him. She needed him. Then, The Doctor spoke again.
"Falling in love, that didn't even occur to him? Then what sort of a man is that? ..And now you expect me to die?" The Doctor said this with so much emotion, that Amy felt as though she was invading on bits of his past that maybe she shouldn't be hearing. But then again, she felt curious. The Doctor is her best friend. She tells him everything. However, The Doctor talks all the time, but he never says anything, about his past or his feelings. He keeps it bottled up. He'll call himself a mad man with a box. Surely anyone would go mad, living for so long and not sharing their worries, fears or desires? Was she prying, by hearing him talk in his delirium? Or is it that The Doctor is finally comfortable to speak his mind? While these questions swam round Amy's head, her stomach rumbled. Time she got something to eat. She made her way to the door, when she once again heard the Doctor's voice.
"Quite right too" He said. "And I suppose... if it's my last chance to say it... Rose Tyler..." Then he turned over in his delirious sleep and didn't utter another word.