Time continued to go, and John continued to get worse. Martha was the next companion for the Doctor. The empty bed didn't stay empty for long, as a young boy filled its place. His name was Jack. He'd been clinically dead twice now, but he didn't stay dead. Ruby explained to him the story, and what happened. Jack was excited and wanted to be a part of it. They added Jack with Martha. He was the one that couldn't stay dead. The story continued quickly. It was at the tenth Doctor, and Jack had gotten permission to go home, so they lost Jack. Martha left about two weeks later. It was Donna's turn to be a companion. They had fun with Donna, she liked being the sassy figure, the way Ruby wrote her. It made her laugh.
The extra beds were filled. A girl named River came and went quickly, and a girl named Sarah-Jane came to stay for a little. It was November. John's birthday was just around the corner. On November 23rd, he was surprised with Rose, Jack, Martha and her friend Mickie. They'd come with presents, and stayed to make an exciting story. Ruby wrote an amazing story for them today. Amy and Rory didn't want to be in it yet. They said they wanted to wait. They wrote Jackie in as well, surprising her. By the end, Rose had to leave, and John was upset so he gave her his favourite stuffed animal. Martha and Mickie left, giving Jack a ride home. But they lost one person they didn't expect to.
Donna had a fit by late afternoon, and when she woke up, she didn't know any of them. They had to take her to another room, and it left the children sad and disappointed.
"It's called amnesia." Rory said. "It makes you forget."
John had a great birthday, but it ended with losing a great friend. He laid down, pouty, and fell asleep. It wasn't long after that John had another fit. This one was a little more serious than the past ones. It was his eleventh regeneration as the Doctor and it wasn't happy until Amy said she wanted to be the next companion. And that Rory should join in every now and again. River returned, but it seemed she never stayed long. They wrote her in. She became the confusing girl in their story, and she laughed when she found out that they'd made her a time traveler. River was seven. It seemed she wasn't leaving anytime soon. Her bed was next to John's and so they talked often. Not long after, Rory was ready to go, but he wasn't going to leave without Amelia. He waited, for two weeks, for Amelia to be let out.
Together, they left, leaving John, River, and a few new kids. Clara, Jenny, Robert, and Nicole. Robert liked to go by Strax, and Nicole-Vashtra. Things were going well in the story, though it wasn't as often written as before. John hadn't been progressing, and he wasn't looking to well.
"River?" John asked, it was late at night and all other children were asleep.
"Yes, John?"
"I'm scared."
"Why?"
"I'm going to die." River sat up in her bed, and turned to the frightened boy.
"You are not. Don't you dare say that. You can't die." Her voice quivered and she was frightened too. She could see he was fighting, but she could tell the battle wasn't easy. He mumbled a response she couldn't make out. River hopped down from her bed, and climbed into his, sitting next to him. "John...you can't die..."
She was on the verge of tears, and so was he. He was weak, fragile. His sister was laying in the empty hospital bed, but River didn't have the courage to wake her. She laid next to him, weeping gently, hugging her best friend.
"I'll hold on...for you..." John whispered, before falling asleep. River kissed his cheek gently.
"Please do...sweetie." She whispered, as she fell asleep next to him.