Author's Notes:
Written for Challenge 499: Faint / Feint at dw100.

Summary: The Doctor reacts badly to some unexpected news.

The Doctor blinked his eyes open and found himself lying on the floor of the TARDIS.

“What happened?” he asked muzzily.

“You fainted,” Rory informed him, checking the Doctor’s pulse, even though he wasn’t entirely sure what was normal for someone with two hearts.

“Fainted? I’m a Time Lord; I don’t faint!”

“You passed out then, or you swooned, or lost consciousness. Pick whichever term you prefer; they all amount to the same thing.”

Amy came in carrying a pillow. “How is he?”

“Complaining that Time Lords don’t faint,” Rory grumbled.

“Men! All this fuss because the TARDIS is expecting.”

The End