He Only Comes Once (Doctor Who FanFiction)

18. On the Moon

18. On the Moon

"John." I whispered to him. His arms held me up but I could feel I was getting too heavy for him.

"Martha please... Yeah I know... I'm sorry... This is urgent... She can die." He was talking on the phone but I couldn't hear the other part of the conversation. I tried to get his attention but he wouldn't respond. My head started to get dizzier by the moment as I felt a few lower ribs crack from where the bullet hit. I couldn't hold on much longer, there was no way for me too.

"Donna." I whispered but she wouldn't respond either. She was too busy holding the phone to John's ear. I was getting desperate. The pain was starting to knock me out. Only one more word came to my mind for me to say. "Doc...tor."

He instantly looked at me. There was almost every expression in his eyes as possible. I couldn't decipher it when the pain knocked me out. But right before my eyes shut, I saw John smile. It was a happy smile. But I was shut down, unconscious.

"So Ms.Jones. Ms. Sally Asteria. Been unconscious for weeks now. Any diagnoses?" A man's voice was slightly registering.

"She might be in a coma." Answered a female voice.

"Can be but the tests have proved that wrong."

"Shock might have knocked her out."

"But when she was found her heart beat was normal."

"Were there any physical wounds?"

"None whatsoever. Not even the slightest scratch."

What that can't be right. I was just in John's arms. I've been unconscious for that long? Seriously. I was shot for gods sake. How can I have no physical injuries? Shards of glass penetrated my skin. What the hell is happening?

Just then I heard the heart beat monitor speed up and I opened my eyes extremely fast that the light blinded me. With no further thought I jumped up on the bed feeling the needles that penetrated my skin move uncomfortably. A slight wave of pain hit my head and I hissed in pain. When I focused my eyes I saw a dark skinned woman in a lab coat and an old man standing next to here. The woman I presumed was this Martha. Martha Jones was her full name I believe. Shock was filling her eyes but the man simply looked at me with no expression whatsoever.

After a moment of silence Martha asked, "Are you alright?"

I looked at her all confused. My head tilted. It was as though I was still processing the question that she had given me. "I-I'm not... sure."

"Let her have some peace Ms. Jones." The man said in a strict voice. "I'll get a nurse to check her out."

"No." She interjected. "Sorry. But can I take care of her?"

"Why?"

"Just like a... special assignment."

"Special assignment. Huh?" He thought out loud. "Fine. But you will be supervised while doing your duty."

"Yes sir."

She looked back at me after the man left. She had this strange expression on her face. Confusion? Pity? Worry? Care? It was hard to explain.

"How are you feeling?" She asked with a smile on her face as she checked all the monitors and wrote stuff down on a clipboard.

"I don't know. Strange. Where am I?"

"You're in London at a hospital."

I dozed off for a bit just staring at something. It felt as though something was messing around in my mind.