Doctor Who And Amy Pond 소설 & 이야기

His voice shook; Preston and Ethan had to pull him back before his grip turned violent. Harris collapsed into a chair and sobbed, helpless. At last a doctor opened the emergency doors and stepped out. “It wasn’t a gunshot wound,” he announced. “Amy was struck by furniture—her injury is external. There’s no internal bleeding. She’s going to be fine.” Relief crashed through the room. They crowded into the ward to see her. Amy lay pale but breathing, a bandage at her temple. She slept, fragile and still. *** (Flashback)

She tried to make it to the door without tripping and hurting the precious life inside her stomach. Amy had one hand on her bulging belly, with her other hand reaching for the doorknob. When she opened the hospital room door, she ended up running straight into the chest of FBI Agent Malloy’s tall frame. Agent Malloy didn’t expect to collide with Amy when he entered the room. “Amy! You did it, Honey! You shut down the bomb!” Agent Malloy caressed Amy’s shoulders while congratulating her. “The baby and his mother are fine. We removed the bomb off the baby’s leg and–”

assistant"> The words echoed in Amy’s head long after she left the office. I’m pregnant. At first, she thought she heard wrong. Surely she did. Because the moment she stepped into Zion’s office that morning, she hadn’t expected that. She remembered pushing the door open gently, ready to ask Zion if he had reviewed the investor documents she sent earlier. Then she saw her. Victoria. Standing too close to him. Too comfortable. Too familiar. Amy’s steps slowed instantly. The atmosphere already felt wrong before a single word was spoken.

So I followed her quietly upstairs, keeping my thoughts to myself. The door creaked softly as she pushed it open, and my heart melted at the sight inside. Amy was curled up on one of the twin beds, her small arms wrapped protectively around Dante, the green dinosaur she loved more than anything in the world. His plush head was tucked beneath her chin as though he were her lifeline. Her hair fanned out across the pillow, her mouth parted in sleep. Innocent, peaceful. "Thank God she's asleep." Blair said with a note of relief in her voice.

With that, she walked away with a small smile. "She was joking, right?" Amy cocked her head to the side and watched me with a small smile. "She wasn't. I'm the most important man in all of these parts, and you just happen to be the most important person in my life, so, yes, I'm going to burn down this hospital if she dares to make any mistakes with you." My declaration must have shocked her so much because she followed me without so much as a protest. Twenty mundane minutes of looking at colorful magazines later, Charlotte scrubbed up, and Amy was wheeled into the operating room.

She watched as he flipped through it, “My sister was the only family I had. We were orphans. She strived to make sure I could have a good life. She worked shitty jobs at stripping clubs just so I could go to college. When I started working, I did my best to return the favor. I loved her so much, goddammit.” She could see him shaking, could hear the pain, frustration and quiet sobs in his voice. He turned around, infuriatingly gazing at her, “I already told you she had three miscarriages in the past. The fourth time… six months ago, at the hospital, you were the doctor in charge of her complicated labor. She clearly told you to make sure that her child lives. She—” Cassandra demanded, interru

" They all said in unison as she smiled at them. They were so scared of Gareth that their voices weren't coming out like her. Wasn’t there a difference between a wife and a maid? He treated every person as inferior to him. That’s why the attitude of people towards him was same. She was sitting on the couch as they were sitting in the lawn. Amy was busy braiding her hairs as she was clad in Gareth’s shirts and trousers. She had to fold the belt of the trouser several times in order to fit in it. "...are packing is complete. I just can't wait to fly there." Amy said as she and Bruce were going to their homeland because of her son who met an accident. Page was helping them in their packing. "Th

"It isn't." We spoke for a while longer, careful and measured, two men sizing each other up the way men in this world always did before deciding whether to trust someone completely or keep them at arm's length until proven otherwise. He mentioned Amy at one point, almost in passing, and something tightened in my chest at the name - a reminder of exactly what had landed me in this bed in the first place. The doctor arrived eventually, a man introduced simply as Doctor Peter, his expression professionally neutral as he checked the machines surrounding me and made notes on a chart.

I knew if Chad was on a plane, so was Amy. Dr. Josh continues, “I tried Amy’s phone and it went straight to voicemail.” “That’s because she’s with Chad and she follows the rules.” I chuckled. “Well then it looks like I’m walking home. Hand me my crutches.” Dr. Josh did not find that funny at all. “Aria!” He walks over to the room computer and brings up my information. “Oh, wow.” “What?” I ask concerned, like nothing could be any more concerning now.

She looked familiar, though Dan couldn’t quite place her. Leo’s expression darkened. Amy. Why was she here? Amy smiled as though she hadn’t noticed his irritation. “Dr. Leo, I thought I’d find you here. Care to chat for a moment?” Leo studied her for a long moment, his deep brown eyes unreadable. Then, with a sigh, he said, “Fine. Let’s talk.” --- The clock read 9:30 p.m. as Amy led Leo into a cozy, dimly lit coffee shop. She slipped into a private booth, scanning the menu with a polished smile. “What would you like to drink, Dr. Leo?”