Before You Fade From Me || A Doctor Who Fanfic

Chapter 21: The Doctors room

Chapter 21: The Doctors room

“Ahrg get off...” The Doctor mumbles as Amy tries to wake him.

Her heart is beating fast, and she tucks her red hair behind her ear and gently slaps his face again.

“Come ON.” She gives up, then moves him to the gurney, dragging him by his armpits through the few inches of water on the floor, nearly tripping on a pile of bottles. She looks down as another bottle, coming from somewhere deep in the machine rolls through the door with purpose, and thumps against her foot.

“Bohemian smelling salts. Outlawed in 7 galaxies.”

She bends over, while laying him back down. The chief watches curiously as she opens the bottle, then with one swift movement swipes it under his nose.

With a gasp he sits right up, his eyes alert and his breathing raspy.

But just as quickly as Amy whoots in victory, he sways, and falls backward into her waiting arms.

He looks up at her. “My head hurts.”

She laughs sadly. “Ya. You had your breath held for 7 and a half minutes.

He opens his mouth. “Ah well, I’ll be fine i’m sure.”

The chief bends over the two of them, his feathered headdress bright in contrast to the dark colors of the exhausted TARDIS.

“It’s a miracle he’s still alive. He needs immediate attention from our shay-man.”

Amy nods and begins to help him onto the gurney when he struggles away.

“I’m fine!” I insists, struggling to a sitting position. 

Amy grabs his forearm. “No. You’re. Not.”

He glares at her. “Yes. I. Am.”

She rolls her eyes. “We’re getting you to the village and your going to go see the Shay-man and-”

“Amelia. I’m not going anywhere.”

She throws her hands up and backs away angrily as he attempts to get to his feet. He grabs one of the many levers, and drags himself up until he can lean on the console semi-standing.

Amy can’t help but feel a stab of pity as he grabs the monitor to keep himself standing.

“See? I’m completely sorted.” He groans.

Amy scowls, and thuds up to him.

“Amy...Amy!”

She grabs him around the middle from behind and drags him into the TARDIS hall. 

“Wheres your bedroom?” She asks. “I’m tucking you in bed and having the shay-man come to you and that’s final.”

He accepts his fate, and goes limp in her arms.

It turns out that he passes out halfway through giving directions. Amy looks at the walls around her, lost. 

“Hey the directions included a fire-pole and I would rather not risk that, so do you have an elevator?”

A ding at the end of the hall answers her question, and her, the chief, Papose and a very grumpy unconscious timelord enter the lift.

Now it was Amy’s turn to take care of the Doctor. 

Once they finally found his room, Amy was abruptly taken aback by it. The door was small, wooden, and had nearly 12 locks. Which Amy had had an amazing time digging though his pockets and trying every single one for hours. Eventually he woke up enough to help her, but he was back under in nearly 2 minutes.

When Amy finally shoved the door open, she found that the locks were sticky and the jamb was rusted.

The chief gave the door a firm kick and it creaked open. She wanted to ask The Doctor if this is really where he meant, but he wasn’t available at the moment.

Inside Amy flips a light switch and gasps as tiny dots of light flow through the room. The light reflects on her eyes, and she realizes she is looking at an exact replica of the universe.

The walls are massive, and a small globe in the middle showers the stars onto the walls. In the middle of the floor is a small bed, neatly made and plain.

She helps walk him over to the bed.

The chief looks around in awe. “Wow.” He says in a strange unidentifiable accent. “This room is, home. It’s perfect.”

“Home?” She asks over her shoulder, Papose and her lifting him onto his bed.

“Yes my forest. I can see the stream just down the way.” He says pointing to the far side of the room, where Amy saw a lamp.

“Oookkk.” She says. He must be going off his rocker.

“I don’t see the forest.” Papose says. 

This time they both spin on him. “I see the console room. Except, with a bed. It’s a blue bed with christmas lights on it.”

Amy furrows her brow and closes her eyes. She realizes this is exactly what she had imagined his room being like. Simple, effective, and not exciting to a point. Now she imagines the BED-room, except smaller.

And as she opens her eyes, that’s were she is. The doctor lying by a foam toy.

She tries again, this time imagining a sick bay, with clean white sheeted beds and packed medicine cabinets.

Opening her eyes, Amy tucks him into a clean white bed with brass fittings and instructs the chief to imagine the sick bay. Once they were all on the same page, (She hoped) she had Papose furrow around in the loaded cabinets while the chief fetched the shayman.

Amy straightened his comforter, and finds herself brushing his hair from his face and tucking it behind his ear.

Papose sits politely a few beds away while Amy pulls a chair next to his bed. SHe becomes alarmed when she looks him over. His lips are a violent shade of blue, and he’s shivering violently.

She looks around, hoping to see the shayman walking through the door, a magic healing potion in his hand. 

Papose stands and timidly walks over to Amy. “Umm ma’am.” SHe turns to him and smiles. “Call me Amy please.” She pats on the seat next to her and he scutters up to it.

He looks at the doctor for a moment. “He’s soaking wet. Maybe thats why he's shivering.”

AMy looks at him curiously, realizing the dilemma. “Uh ya. We should probably get him in something dry.”

Awkwardly she stands and rummages through the nearest cabinet before grabbing a pair of purple stripes pajamas.

Amy swallows, concluding her inevitable fate and pulls back his sheet.

Papose becomes very interested in a speck on the floor, saving Amy some embarrassment as she pulls off his suspenders and unbuttons his shirt.