A/N I will not include Georgia in this book at any given time or his kids because I don't know what any of them are like really and I don't wanna put any false information about them out there. In the story, it'll be like they don't even exist. And plus he doesn't like it when people talk about his family. You might be thinking "You've never met David Tennant before. You don't know that he'd do any of this." Yeah I know I haven't thanks for reminding me. But I think that he is this kind, and if he isn't, 1; crap 2; this is fiction. If it's true, awesome. If it isn't, this is fiction and it's okay. Ish. I don't know I just wanna write. Oh and also can I get a bit more feedback on this please? I hate to sound so needy but I'd really like to have maybe 5 individual comments on the next chapter maybe? And also, thank you guys so much for reading this. Out of all the stories on Wattpad to read, you chose mine. Thank you. AND IF one of you guys has anything that you would like to happen in the story at any point message me and I'll see what I can do to work it in. All credit for the idea will go to who-ever messaged me the idea. Okay thank you my little Whovian Peepsles.

Rebecca's POV:

I woke up in the hospital. Again. David was there, but I didn't see Matt. Mac was asleep on the chair, and David was pacing across the room. When he came to the wall of one side, he turned around and went to the other. He was rubbing his neck and also swiping at his nose like he does. I watched him for about 5 minutes to see if he would notice. He didn't, and he left the room for a full 10 minutes. He came back in, sipping on a cup of tea. He sat it down in the table, and then noticed I was awake.

"Hey." He said, his voice sounding dreadfully heavy with sorrow. I raised my eyebrow, just like he does. I propped myself up a little bit better.

"What's wrong?" I ask him, afraid of the answer.

"Well, um..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Spit it out!" I instructed him. He did, and I wish I hadn't said anything.

"You can't go home." He said, his eyes not meeting mine. I felt tears welling up in my eyes.

"And why not?" I asked, wiping tears of my face.

"You're not healthy enough to make the trip." He said, not even daring to look in my direction. The tears came streaming down my face. I had lost something nobody could replace, and I didn't know what I was going to do. He looked at me with tears welling in his eyes. At that my heart shattered. He was always so happy, and now he looked like a beaten puppy dog. I knew that I was the reason for that, and I hated myself for it. He wiped away at his tears. I just sat in my bed, letting the tears fall down my face, not caring enough to wipe them away. David wiped at his tears again and sniffled. He grabbed a tissue out of a tissue box and walked over to me.

"Come on, now. Let's wipe off those tears." He wiped them away. Just as he threw the tissue away, another wave of tears flooded out of my eyes. He grabbed another one and got rid of them. After 5 minutes or so of doing this, my tears subsided, and all I could do was feel miserable.

"Can you go to the hotel and get my little blue bag? It's got some things in there that I would like to have." I asked him.

"Yeah, definitely. Do you have a key card?" He asked me. I reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the key card.

"Room 23." I said as I handed it to him. He nodded and left. Mac slept the entire time he was gone, which was about half an hour. I couldn't sleep, there was too much going on. He walked in.

"Here you go." He said, handing me the bag and key card.

"Thank you." I said to him.

"Wanna listen to some Coldplay?" I asked him, really hoping he would say yes.

"Won't it wake up Mac?" He asked, glancing in her direction. I pulled out two pairs of sports ear buds and a splitter. I held them up to show them to him.

"Ah. Well in that case, let's get it going." He went to go get another chair while I got everything plugged in. He came back and sat down in the chair right next to me. I have him the black pair of ear buds, and he put them in. I already had mine in, so I pressed the play button on my iPod. The volume was up halfway, the perfect volume for music. Coldplay's "Fix You" came on, and both David and I started singing along to the song. We fell asleep halfway through my 16 Coldplay songs. Both of us were hurting, but both in very different ways.