A/N: Sorry it's been so long, I've got a couple other stories in progress as well at the moment- all going to be published soon, so keep an eye out.

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Same warnings as previously still apply.

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"Amy, oh, Amy!"

But even as he spoke, Rory could see that Amy wouldn't respond.

She was curled up on her side, facing away from the distraught man, her chest rapidly moving as she tried to breathe through the pain she was so obviously in. Rory wanted to shout, or be sick. What had done this to her?

He said her name again, willing for her to respond- but he was doubtful if the sound was even registering; or if she could answer if she tried.

Rory paled- if only they had persevered the first time they got into the castle, instead of getting sidetracked by what they now knew as mutant alien fish. Was it really necessary to get rid of them first?

After Rory and the Doctor had broken in, they had be confronted with six vampire fish, presumably to scare them away, and the elusive Calvierri's son, Francesco, along with Signora Rosanna Calvierri herself.

But they were prepared for this.

While the Doctor fed them all a line, (something about a shadow proclamation) Rory had opened a sun roof or something similar, throwing a shaft of bright light onto the snarling vampires. With a sickening screech, they had burst into ashes, only Francesco managing to dodge the beams.

They had run then- with no back up plan and an angry vampire hot on their heels. It was a while later they had managed to gain access again- resorting to using gun powder to blow a hole in the side of the now presumably deserted building- much to the Doctor's annoyance. But they couldn't have left Amy any longer.

And after all their efforts, they were too late to save her.

Rory shook himself; there would be time to dwell on the past later. It was at this point the Doctor reached the pair, and caught sight of Amy. A sharp intake of breath was heard.

"Oh, Amy, I'm so sorry."

Rory looked at the older man, their pain filled eyes meeting in mutual grief. But they both knew that Amy needed help, and so forced their feelings away, and stayed strong for her.

"Amy? Amelia, can you hear me?"

The Doctor asked, softly. She whimpered slightly, sounding so scared, it broke Rory's heart. He took this as encouragement, though. It was good she could hear them, he told himself.

"Amy, me and the Doctor are going to move you onto your back. We need you to be brave for us, though." he told her, as calmly as he could manage.

He knew it would hurt her tremendously to be moved, but it would decrease the pain if she was lying on her back, and Rory could also assess the damage. There was no response from Amy, so they took this as an okay, and with one hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, and the Doctor ready to support her head, Rory rolled her.

She gasped, her breathing spiralling into hyperventilation, before great sobs escaped out of her mouth, rocking her broken body. However, both men were too shocked at the sight of Amy's beaten body for them to take action straight away.

Her night dress was ripped and bloodied, completely exposing her beaten frame. Blue and purple bruises blossomed over her very pail skin, her arms gashed and weeping blood, one sticking out at a very painful angle. Amy's face was nearly unrecognisable on one side, the back and blue bruises surrounding her left eye had swollen up so much that it was nearly closed.

Her stomach and thighs were the worst, though. Here, it was hard to see a patch of unbeaten skin- the bruises and gashes that covered her were so many. The floor around her was sticky with blood- and he didn't even imagine how much more the monsters had taken via her neck- the two pairs of puncture marks still trickled with blood.

Rory stared at her, helplessly, sorrowfully, as the Doctor gasped. He soothed her quietly, telling her it would be okay and took her face in his hands. She flinched slightly and moaned in pain, her voice grated and cracking.

"P-please, not... Ag-again!" she choked out, wide eyed and panicked, but her eyes were unfocused, as if seeing something other than them kneeling over her.

The Doctor quickly retracted his touch, his face alarmed and remorseful. Rory glanced at him, then spoke for the both of them.

"Its me, Amy. Its Rory and the Doctor. They're gone now. We're not going to hurt you. You're safe. You're safe."

Some of his words seemed to be understood, Amy once more breaking into tears, but not the panicked sobs they had heard before. Tentatively, Rory lent over and stroked her hair. She calmed a bit at this, and so he sat there for a while, murmuring comforting words, and stroking her face and hair.

After a while, the Doctors hands joined Rory's on her fiery hair, then moving to hover above her cheeks, as if worried that one touch would break her.

He decided against touching her face- seemingly resolving it would do more harm then good- and, with a sniff, placed a careful kiss in the air above her forehead. Rory glanced over at the older man, and was surprised to find tears shining in his eyes. It wasn't until salty water trickled onto his lips that Rory realised he, too, was crying. Quickly wiping away the tears, he turned back to Amy, whose eyes had glazed over, her stare becoming glassy.

"Amy, please, listen. You're safe now, you're with the Doctor and me. No one will hurt you again. You need to stay with us. Please."

His voice cracked on the last word, his emotions showing, as he willed Amy to stay conscious, and not to slip into the darkness. He doubted very much that she had a choice, though, when her glazed over eyes, staring past him, rolled back into her head, and fluttered shut.

"Amy? Please, don't sleep!" the Doctor pleaded- but it was already too late.

Rory looked at the man, desperation evident In his eyes, and spoke.

"As much as I don't want to move her, we have to. You have a medical bay on board the TARDIS, right, Doctor? We can use that."

He was trying very hard to play the nurse, to put Amy's well-being above the emotions he was feeling, but it was a hard battle. The Doctor looked at him distractedly, obviously having a struggle of his own, before focusing properly and replying. He, too, knew that now was not the time for the blame, regrets and questions that were threatening to break though.

They had to focus on Amy now.

"Okay, to the TARDIS then."

Almost as an afterthought, he quickly stripped off his tweed jacket and threw it to Rory.

"Use this to carry Amy in, it will be more comfortable for her and will stem the..."

He blanched.

"...Blood flow." he finished.

Rory nodded gravely, carefully rapping her up in the thick material, before gathering her body into his arms and straightening up, her head resting on his chest. With a sorrowful sigh, he started to walk.

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