Martha Jones burst through the ER doors like a mad woman. She held her hand to the wound while she pressed down hard. She didn’t even care that it was covering her white dress.
“What have we got?” Dr. Thomas Milligan asked as he approached.
“We have a male in his late thirties. He was shot by a sniper in his lower abdomen. He has been bleeding heavily for the last ten minutes. I won’t know anything until I get inside.”
“Is that Dr. Tyler?” Nurse Amanda Byrnes asked as she came around the corner.
“Yes it is, and you need to get Torchwood here as fast as you can. I want him there now!” she demanded.
Martha let us do our work; you’re too close to this.” Tom told her as Amanda approached.
“You don’t understand. I have to be there when you open him up. He has a lot of medical conditions, and I’m his primary caregiver.”
“Martha, you’re shaking. Now come on, let’s get his sister on the phone, and see if we can get Torchwood here.”
“Call Pete. Rose is busy at the moment.” Then she passed out from what could only be the events of the last couple of hours.
Gwen Cooper couldn’t stop her hands from shaking. She didn’t know what made her do such a thing. Nothing made sense. She thought that she was going to catch him there with Rose. After what she had seen earlier, she figured that they were going off somewhere, but he was with Martha. He was with Martha and he was leading her along, and that was not right. So she did it. She pulled the trigger.
The problem was he bled. He bled red and cried out. All of the stories that Rose told her about her Doctor was of an alien that was larger than life. If she wanted to be with him and he was indeed an alien, then why was he taken away in that ambulance? None of that mattered. She had to get the hell out of Dodge.
She pulled a duffel bag from under the bed and frantically filled it with clothing. Dr. John Tyler, alien or not, was one of the smartest and richest men in the country. She was sure that they were on the way to carry her off to jail. She didn’t have time for this. She was sorry, damn it. Something told her that they weren’t going to take that under consideration, however.
Rose was amazing at her job. So amazing that she managed to beat Gwen back to her apartment. As soon as Martha called and said that she had seen her before the shot was fired and that she believed it was her, Rose rushed over because it couldn’t have been. Not her Gwen. Not the woman that she had told her brother hours ago that she was going to spend the rest of her life with. No, not her Gwenie. Yet here she is, packing her bags to skip town while the man that she…that Martha loves is fighting for his one life. He’s only got one, and this was not fucking fair. Now she had to pay.
“Going somewhere?” she asked, causing Gwen to jump.
“Rose, you scared me! How long have you been sitting there?” Gwen asked nervously.
“Long enough. You came in looking frantic. I wanted to surprise you, but you look like you’ve had a long day,” Rose said, approaching Gwen. She decided that the best thing to do was to trick Gwen. Had she thought that Rose didn’t know about it, maybe she could disarm her before the cavalry got there.
“You know everything you told me about him I believed. You told me how you and he walked another earth, and you saw all the stars in the sky. That you went there, and you actually walked on them. That on another world, not this one, I was a hero. Me. A hero. I was thrilled to hear something like that. I thought that giving my life away to Torchwood was worth it, because I had you and, well, we were going to see new worlds together. Isn’t that what you promised me just last night?”
“Yes. The TARDIS will be ready soon and we will be together, you and I. And Martha and John, but you can’t tell anyone about it, sweetheart,” Rose said, kissing her cheek and feeling sick to her stomach.
“No, I saw you. This morning on the feed, you were in the VR room. Looking at slides from some beach in Norway. You had tears in your eyes. You were crying, and I thought I would come and comfort you, but he leaned in and kissed you. It wasn’t a brotherly kiss. He leaned in and tongued you! Now I don’t know what goes on at Tyler Manor but I don’t think I like it. You love him, admit it!” Gwen shouted, shoving her.
“I do. I love him. I will probably love that man until the day that I die, but I’m not in love with him. He’s not the man I loved. He’s an echo, but sometimes when he looks at me, I melt. It doesn’t matter though, because he doesn’t love me. He loves Martha, and I will go on being his sister, because if I couldn’t have him in my life at all then I know I’d die, but you…you took that away from me.” Rose raised her gun in her shaky hands.
“What are you going to do, Rose, shoot me? You know you can’t. You love me, right? I’m all you have left if he chose Martha. You can’t do it can you? You can’t pull that trigger. You know I didn’t mean it right? I mean, I did, but when he was there with Martha… I just wanted to see how super he was, but there was so much blood. I’m so sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” Gwen stood there sobbing.
“You know what, Gwen? So am I.” She pulled the trigger.
Martha Jones was jarred awake. It took her a few minutes to realize where she was. She was on a cot in the on-call room. She looked and saw that she had been bathed and only wore a pair of blue scrubs. She silently thanked Tom and Nurse Mandy. Then she realized why she was at the hospital, and hopped to her feet. She opened the door and saw Dr. Thomas Milligan approach with a grim look on his face. She felt weak in the knees and her thoughts took her back to earlier that day when it all started…