Through the Time [3]

I. Smith's and Jones

The Protector walks through the hospital, two snacks in her hand, one for herself and one for her husband. She walks back into the room he's in before sitting down in the chair next to his hospital bed. "You really think this is gonna work, don't you?" the Protector asks.

"Do you really doubt me that much that you don't believe me when I say there's alien activity in this hospital?" the doctor asks her, making the Protector shake her head at him. "You really are unbeleavable, you know that?" the Protector asks, shaking her head.

"I know. But that's why you love me." the Doctor says, making her smile.

"Yes it is." the Protector says, leaning over to kiss the Doctor before sitting down on the chair properly. And suddenly, the curtain for the Doctor's bed is pulled back and the Doctor and the Protector see Mr Stoker stood there with a lot of people with him, probably students. "Now then, Mr Smith, a very good morning to you. How are you today?"

"Aw, not so bad, still a but, you know. Blah." the Doctor says, making the Protector laugh slightly. "John Smith, admitted yesterday by his wife with severe abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me." Mr Stoker says to one of the students before she walks the other side of the Doctor. "That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?" Jones says.

"Sorry?" the Doctor and the Protector ask at the same time, confused.

"On Chancery Street this morning. You came up to me and took your tie off." she says.

"Really? What did I do that for?" the Doctor asks her.

"I don't know, you just did." she says.

"Not me. I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses. Or my wife."

"Well, that's weird cause it looked like you. Have you got a brother?"

"No, not any more. Just me and my wife."

"As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones." Mr Stoker tells the trainee nurse.

"Sorry. Right." Jones says, putting her stethoscope to the Doctor's chest, and looks puzzled. She moves the stethoscope to the other side of his chest before looking at the Protector and she winks at her.

"I weep for further generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?" Mr Stoker asks.

"Um. I don't know. Stomach cramps?" Jones asks.

"That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not colsulting first with the patient's chart." Mr Stoker says, picking up the chart yet ends up dropping it a second later.

"That happened to me this morning." Jones says.

"I had the same thing on the door handle." another trainee nurse says.

"And me, on the lift." someone else says.

"That's only to be expected. There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by, anyone?" Mr Stoker asks.

"Benjamin Franklin." the Doctor and the Protector say at the same time.

"Correct!" Mr Stoker says.

"My mater Bem, that was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaker..." the Doctor begins to say whilst the Protector begins coughing, just to get her husbands attention. "... and then I got electrocuted."

"Moving on." Mr Stoker says, moving the trainees along.

"Oh, well done. You really made us look like a mad couple now didn't you?" the Protector asks her husband.

"What?" the Doctor asks confused.

"Mr Stoker might go and get a psychiatrist for you now because he thinks you're a mad man." she tells her husband. "And I know that your companions may say that we are but we don't want the general public knowing that now do we?"

"Oh hush now, honey. We're gonna be fine. Now, I'm going for a walk. Care to join me?" the Doctor asks, sitting on the bed, his legs hanging off it.

"I would love to, but I've been awake day and night for the past few months since we emptied the flat because I couldn't sleep. So, I think I'm just gonna lay down and have a nap. And when I get back into the TARDIS, I'm gonna have an actual sleep." the Protector says, standing up from the chair that she's been sitting in for the past few days.

"Alright. I'll see you in a bit." the Doctor says, getting off the bed, pulling his wife into a hug and kissing her on the top of her head. "And please, do try and get some sleep and dream of something happy. I don't want you having another dream where you end up sreaming for..." the Doctor trails off.

"Alright. I promise. Now go for your walk and try and figure out what we're actually doing here. I'm not a big fan of hospitals after the last trip we had to a hospital."

"Right. And hopefully, this one has a gift shop." the Doctor says, laughing.

"Let's hope. Now go." the Protector says, getting out of the hug and pushing her husband out of the barrier of the curtain before she gets off the bed and goes to sleep.