A/N: Back! As ever, I apologize for the wait- and with not much, it seems. Oh well, here's some fluff, and you will just have to wait for the last chapter. I love you all!

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Light was streaming through Rory's eyelids, making his vision pink and blotchy. He was vaguely aware that falling unconscious was becoming all too uncommon at the moment- but noted with reflief that awareness didn't bring agony this time, thankfully.

His hearing slowly faded in, bringing with it the dull beeping of machinery, and low voices. He briefly wandered if he had nodded off during a night shift at the hospital, but then the memories of recent events came flooding back to him. He groaned, inwardly.

How could he have been so pathetic and helpless? Hed seen two thousand years of blood, death and sacrifice; but he was still just a wimpy nurse from Leadworth. He remembered the panic attack- the last time he'd been conscious.

The reasonable, nurse part of him told him that it was completely understandable and normal in this situation; but the Roman part of him told him that no one could treat him equally again after that display of weakness- let alone the Doctor and Amy. He sighed and shifted slightly, to be rewarded with several stabs of pain and a pair of elated voices.

"Hello, sleepy head. Decided to finally wake up, did you?"

"Rory! Only us, don't worry! How do you feel?"

"Wha-Hmm?" was the best he could manage, in response to the multiple questions being fired at him. The Doctor had now dragged a couple of chairs over, but Amy had promptly climbed over the lines connecting him to numerous IV's and monitors and snuggled up to him, now on the other side of the bed.

"Do you want to sit?" she asked, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He shook his head. It was extremely difficult to form words with a tongue that felt like a small dead animal had been put to rest in his mouth, Rory reasoned, but he managed to speak fairly clearly.

"I- I can manage."

With that, he pushed himself up with his non- broken arm ( the other one being in a cast, he noted with mild surprise) and managed to stay up on his own before collapsing onto the pillows Amy had now arranged against the headboard. "Amy, Doctor. I'm sorry." he sighed, shutting his eyes briefly.

"Rory." that was the Doctor, running a hand down his face.

"How is any of this your fault? I was the one who sent you on a pointless task into the dark of Brixton at night. I was the one who left you on your own for four hours in the cold. I was the one who didn't stop this."

"No. I'm sorry for being so useless. I can't even go to a supermarket without nearly dying." he turned away, ashamed at his own weaknesses and unable to accept the Doctor's apology.

"None of this is your fault, Rory Pond. Don't you think for a second you aren't capable of anything. You are amazing, and don't let anything change that."

His wife. Beautiful Amelia Pond. How was it she always knew what to say to him to make him feel better?

"I love you." he muttered, catching her hand from where it was curled protectively around his waste in his own, burying his face in her long hair. After a couple of minutes, the bed shifted slightly, and he felt another hand in his. The Doctors hand. In bed with him and his wife, for cuddles.

"Roranicus the roman. Bravest man I've ever met." the Doctor muttered into his hair.

Rory smiled, as the Doctor eased himself under the covers and curled himself into Rory's back. Rory squeezed his hand, and snuggled closer to Amy. He would always have his best friends.

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