Rain didn't sleep at all that night. In fact, she refused to leave the side of Jet's bed, even for a moment. She couldn't help but feel guilty for everything that had taken place. After all, none of this would have happened if she hadn't gotten herself captured by the Silence.
Taking a deep breath, Rain reminded herself once again that if anyone was to blame, it was the Silence. Still, that nagging sense of guilt clung to the back of her mind, and she couldn't rid herself of it.
Now she sat here, as she had for hours so far, stroking Jet's hair and wishing that he would wake up soon so that she could tell him she was sorry.
Luckily, thanks to the atmosphere of the sick bay, his cuts were completely healed. However, faint pink scars stood as a reminder of everything that had happened the day before.
As Rain sat there, she noticed that the TARDIS clock read "11:00am." She rubbed her eyes. It had been over 24 hours since she had last gotten some sleep, but she couldn't rest now; she wouldn't.
These musings of hers were interrupted by a small noise. Immediately, she recognized it as a soft groan from Jet. Her eyes were wide with excitement. "Jet?" she whispered. "Jet, are you okay?"
His groan was louder this time, and his face wrinkled in pain as he lifted an arm to shield his eyes from the bright lights in the room. "Ergh. I've got a terrible headache, but other than that, I think I'm fine."
Rain let out a breath of relief that she didn't realize she had been holding. "Do you need anything?"
He nodded. "Sleep."
"Oh. Okay." After hours of waiting for him to wake up, his first words told her that there would be more waiting to come. She couldn't help but let some disappointment slip into her words.
Jet noticed this and glanced over at her. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. Her eyes were red, her hair was a mess, and her shoulders slumped forward. "It looks like you need some too," he said, scooting over and patting the space beside him.
This was exactly what she needed to hear. Without giving it a second thought, she crawled in next to him, wrapping her arms around him as he did the same. In a matter of seconds, both of them were fast asleep in the other's arms.
"How did you know we needed help?" the Doctor asked River as they stood alone beside the console.
"I didn't," she answered with a wry smile. "I was just planning to follow you anyway. Luckily, I found the traces of blood on the floor and assumed that you weren't far off."
He stuttered for a moment as he tried to think of an answer to this. Eventually, he settled on, "I thought I told you to stay in the TARDIS. I'd like to avoid the kidnapping this time."
She waved her hand dismissively. "Don't worry. Hardly anyone even knew we were there. Besides, if I had followed your instructions, Jet would be dead right now." River smiled at him smugly.
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "So you think the moral of the situation would be 'never follow the Doctor's instructions'?"
"Oh, I figured that one out a long time ago, Sweetie," River laughed.
He couldn't help but laugh along with her. After all, this did explain quite a lot about their relationship.
Now the Doctor checked his watch. "Rain has been in the sick bay for hours."
"I don't blame her," River said, shrugging. "If you were in Jet's place, I would do the same thing."
"Yeah, I know, but she's hardly gotten any sleep for a while. I'm starting to get worried about her."
She put a hand on his shoulder and looked into his eyes, which always seemed to sparkle, no matter how upset he was. "Fathers are supposed to worry about their daughters."
His brow furrowed. "But why aren't you worried?"
River gave a slightly sad smile. "Because I know what she's going through." The Doctor's eyes became unfocussed as he remembered that day by Lake Silencio. He remembered River's face when she was about to kill him, before she knew his plan. "And I know that no matter how worried she is, it will all get better once Jet wakes up."
She could see her words starting to sink in, but the Doctor wasn't totally convinced yet. "Can't we just go check on her? You know, just in case."
River sighed, rolling her eyes. "Sure, if that's what it takes to make you believe me."
He smiled before taking her hand and walking down the hallway that led to the sick bay. When they reached the door, though, they stopped. The Doctor put one finger over his lips to signal that River should be quiet. She rolled her eyes again as if to say, "I think I could figure that one out myself." Then, he opened the door a crack, just enough to see in.
The Doctor gasped at what he saw, his face growing red. "What? What is it?" River asked, trying to see around him. He shook his head before moving aside to let her peek through the crack.
As soon as she saw the two on the bed together, entwined in each other's arms, she began to laugh silently.
The Doctor stared at her, anger and shock clearly visible. "What's so funny?" he whispered.
She smirked. "Your reaction. Besides, they're engaged. Let them have their fun," River shrugged.
He glanced in at them once more before taking a deep breath and saying, "Fine, but if they aren't awake in a few hours, I'm going in."