Donna Noble has been Saved.

Donna Noble has been Saved.-one shot

A man walked into a lightly painted hospital room, it's dark lighting and the grey cast weather contrasting with the forcibly cheery yellow walls. The usual bounce in the man's walk was nonexistent, his gait slumped and sad. An old woman lay on the blue sheets of a mattress, her orange hair clad with grey. Just by a single glance, anyone could tell that she was dying. Her skin, grey tinted, like a sky on a muggy day, sagged on her face, deep lines surrounding her mouth and eyes. He wanted to pull the sagging skin from her face and iron out all of the wrinkles or run it along a corner like a dollar bill on a soda machine, anything he could do to see the echo of the youthful girl she had been many years ago. On the bedside table sat a framed picture of the old woman thirty or so years before hand. Her hair was now more silver than orange, but it used to be the color of a rusting piece of metal or wet autumn leaves in the photo. In the picture, she was maybe fifty years old and she stood close to the camera, her arm interlaced with her mother's. The camera was only a few feet away, so you could see her eyes up close. They were grey, but not an unremarkable grey like the color of pavement or stone. They were the color of the last ashes left over after a fire, a sizzle of heat left and smoke still billowing out. They were the color of the ocean right before the first rays of dawn strike the water. He remembered those eyes. How he used to be able to look at them with excitement, his face contorted with happiness. How they would look back at him with a sense of loving friendship mixed with thrill.
He reached out to flick on the lamp next to the framed photograph and her eyes drifted open, puzzled at who the man in the pinstriped suit was and why he had such an odd mixture of happiness and sorrow playing on his face, but not at all scared by him. She recieved a weird kind of feeling from him, a pleasant twisted sort of deja vu.

"Hi, Donna," his words escaped his lips in a whisper, and a wide grin flooded hs face and made his brown eyes light up from the inside, like someone had turned on a light from the basement of a house.

The woman was ,needless to say, confused at the man knowing her name, but again in no way scared; the deja vu feeling radiated up her spine and made her shiver. He walked slowly closer to her bed, looking deep into her eyes. Both of his hands lifted to her temples and lightly pressed. Donna didn't know why, but she closed her eyes and breathed calmly. Anyone watching from the window would be confused. Why would this Scottish man who called himself 'the Doctor' walk into the room of an old sick woman who had one foot in the grave? They would pity him because he looked sad, and his eyes looked old and hardened because he had lost so many. But no one stood at the floor length window and no one saw Donna Noble, the old woman with tears streaming down her wrinkled cheeks and a happy smile turning up the corners of her lips.

Thousands of memories came flooding to her head. Of a blue box and monstrous weddings and libraries and adventures in time and space and the man next to her with his sticky-upy hair and Scottish accent.
"Doctor." she whispered.
She inhaled sharply, looking at the man she knew. The man she loved as a dear, dear friend, who had saved her and who she had saved so many times. Who had given her so many adventures.

"Close your eyes." the Doctor whispered, for fear that his voice would break into tears and sobs. "Sleep."

But she didn't want to, not yet. She wanted to thank him, to tell him every single one of the ways he made her life amazing. But she couldn't get any of the words out because her head was so full and was getting hotter and hotter each second she looked at the Doctor.

"It's okay Donna. It's okay," tears rolled down his cheeks, but a soft smile still played on his lips. "Just go to sleep."

She kept looking at the man and at his hard eyes and tried to get out any words at all but her head was so, so full so she just kept staring, scared to blink for she needed every moment she had to look at the man.

And then suddenly the heat stopped and the only thing she could think about was the happy feeling radiating up from her belly, so she looked intp his eyes and smiled.

"Donna Noble," she said quietly. Still feeling content and happy, though she knew she would not wake up, "has been saved."

*AUTHOR'S NOTE*

sO.

I enjoyed writing that quite a lot, and I hope you enjoyed reading it! Maybe since MY LAPTOP IS NOW WORKING (silently dances) I'll be writing more... maybe...

ALSO I DIDN'T COME UP WITH THIS. I got it from a kind of imagine-y thing on Tumblr and figured I may as well write it out.

ANYWAY. Comment and stuff so I know if you liked this at all. X, o, etc.