"You miscarried, Amy. You've lost the baby."

They say that losing someone is the worst kind of pain you can feel. Because when you lose someone, a part of you is lost with them, always void and empty with nothing to fill the gap. You feel numb, like you should be crying, but the tears don't come. At least, not until the realisation dawns on you.

That was the worst part for Amy. She didn't feel anything. The words hadn't penetrated her mind, but she was aware that they were true.

The Doctor swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry, Amy. I did what I could -"

"My baby's dead." She interrupted bluntly, still staring blankly past him. "Why am I not crying?"

"It's a big shock, Amy. I know that you probably -"

"Why am I not crying?" She repeated, her eyes welling up with tears. "I should be- I should be -" A tear fell down her pale pink cheek and in that single moment she burst into sobs, pulling her knees up and hugging them tightly to her chest. "It's all my fault.... It's all my fault!"

He immediately wrapped his arms around his slender companion and kissed her hair. "No, Amy! Don't ever - don't you ever say that. It's not your fault..." His voice broke to see her in such a state. "Never think it was your fault, Amy! You've done nothing!" Despite his efforts, he could not aid Amy in any way, for she still cried pitifully. He pulled away from her and cupped her face in his hands, gazing down into her eyes, and with his thumb, he carefully wiped away the tears trickling down her porcelain face.

Her dark eyes were full of pain and guilt, blinded by sorrow and fuelled with grief. Every word that left her mouth was struggled and heartbroken, with childlike innocence and sad pain. "Why, my baby, Doctor? Why did it have to be my baby?" She gently croaked. "Did I do something wrong?"

He shook his head and stroked her cheek gently. "My beautiful, precious Amelia." He sighed. "You have done absolutely nothing wrong. Never let yourself, or anybody else, think that. I'll go get some -"

"No, don't go. Stay with me, Doctor. Please." She shuffled to the left slightly and withdrew the blankets for him to lie with her. "I don't want to feel alone."

Without a word, he carefully removed his black shoes, took his tweed jacket off and shed his bow tie and braces in order to be comfortable. Soon after he had finished, he was climbing in and laying on his left side, Amy laying on her right side, both staring at each other.

They both lay silent for a while, taking in each other's features. The Doctor stared at Amy with hidden love and adoration, admiring her big, doe-like eyes. Pale, freckled skin. Soft, pouty lips. The way her long, red hair cascaded down her shoulders and fell perfectly at the side of her face.

I'm in love with her.

Amy, on the other hand, was noting everything about the Doctor that she had never noticed before. She had been too focused on her husband that she had never saw his smooth, prominent cheekbones or his sharp, straight jawline. She had never payed attention to how perfect his hair looked, even when it was messy, or how his sad, pained eyes still shone a beautiful green, or how the corners of his mouth were upturned into a slight, sad smile.

I'm in love with him.

"How do you stop loving someone?" Amy asked quietly, still staring intently at him as she broke the long silence.

His reply was soft and delicate. "That's the problem, Amelia. You don't. . . In fact, you never do."

(BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THAT WAS BLOODY AWFUL.

I really should at least attempt to make good chapters but this is what happens, folks. They still end up bloody rubbish.

But hey-ho, at least it's better than sitting through dance rehearsals that you can't participate in because you've sprained your ankle and doing nothing, isn't it?

Actually, I'm not sure . . .)