I will be with you forever-a TenRose fanfic

Part 21: When

"So, Doctor, when should we get married?" I ask.

"Rose, I would marry you right now. It really doesn't matter to me," he replies.

"Ugh, Doctor," I groan, "are you not going to give me any input at all on this wedding?"

"I'll help! Um, red! Daffodils! Um, San Diego!"

"That's not helpful at all, you're just saying random words!" I complain. I am lying across our bed, surrounded by bridal magazines, absentmindedly flipping through one.

"Fine, I'll help," the Doctor says with a smile.

"Good, because I need your opinion on the season. I was thinking spring..." I trail off as the Doctor lay down next to me, staring at the ceiling.

"I think that's a great idea, Rose, but an even better idea is..." he trails off as he leans over to kiss me. His lips are soft against mine, and I am eager to return the kiss. I run one hand through his hair as he deepens the kiss. His lips trace down my neck, gently, as if he's afraid I might break. I roll over so that I'm lying on top of him, my hands on his chest as his lips find their way back to mine again.

I feel myself losing balance, and we fall off the bed, the Doctor falling on top of me, and a hot shock of pain courses through my right wrist. I hear a sickening crack. I cry out, and the Doctor scrambles to get off of me.

I lift my wrist, and my hand is dangling the wrong way, all twisted and broken. I gasp and the Doctor lifts me to my feet.

"We need to get you to the hospital. I'm so sorry, Rose."

"It's fine! I'm fine!" I say, gingerly holding my arm in from of me.

"No, you're not," the Doctor says, "I am taking you to the hospital, Rose."

"Fine, Doctor. Let's go, I'll call mum on the way."

We walk to our new car, a present from my rich aunt. The Doctor drives through the streets, asking every five minutes if I'm okay. We arrive and the receptionist tells us to wait, it will be around five minutes. We sit. The Doctor puts his arm around me and I lean into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Rose. I hope your wrist is better by the wedding."

"Doctor, I don't care if it isn't. I don't care if we get married in a pig sty, I love you and that's never going to change,"