Peter and Rainbow Dash stood on either side of Rarity, concern in their eyes. Rarity tried to speak, but all that she managed to do was gasp in pain as her broken rib was pushed by her diaphragm, held in place by the doctor's expert casting.
Well...at least I'm breathing...
A tear filled her eye as she looked to Rainbow Dash and Peter, the care she saw in her friends' eyes bolstering her constitution. She smiled slightly, but quickly gasped in pain as her rib got another nudge when she tried to say 'thank you'. Peter and Rainbow Dash both laid hand and hoof on either of her shoulders, respectively.
"It's okay, now, Rarity. Peter saved you!"
Rarity nodded. It hurt too much to do anything else but move her head. She had seen Peter, rushing in, face red. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep as she felt the pain of her leg snapping in half, the shock too much for her already worn out mind to handle. And then, she woke up in the hospital.
"You're gunna be alright, Rare', we promise."
Rarity looked up to Rainbow Dash, and saw the utmost care and concern in the cyan Pegasus' red eyes. A tear came to her eye, reminded that her friends were there for her. It traveled down her cheek and left its stain on the white pillow her even more white head rested upon, a tear of happiness and of relief, the relief that came with knowing you were in good hooves.
Peter put a hand on Rainbow Dash's shoulder, smiling at her. Rarity looked between the two, confused, even as Rainbow Dash nodded to Peter.
"Well, I think I'll leave you two alone for a bit. If you need anything, just call me, 'k?"
Rainbow Dash nodded, and Peter removed his hands from Rarity's hoof and Rainbow Dash's shoulder, and walked out the door to their hospital room.
He walked out to a pleasant surprise.
-------------------Peter-----------------------------
He rose from Rarity's bedside, walking to the door, assured by Rainbow Dash's nod, a signal that she would be okay to talk to Rarity.
He opened the door and stepped through, carefully closing it behind him. He leaned on the wall next to it, looking around the hospital lobby, and saw a pleasant surprise.
It was an hourglass, stretching as a brown earth pony walked and sat by the front desk, a bored look creating a nonchalant atmosphere around him.
Peter looked around, ensuring that it was only him and the enigma pony in the room, studying its surroundings.
This is the first time I've been out of that room for...what is it, two days now?
He shook his head, softly chuckling. His first time in a hospital, and for the weirdest reason he had ever heard of...
Hands burnt by a magical stone...my life is just full of surprises.
Assured that nopony else was currently in the waiting room, as all the magazines were packed neatly away in the wooden shelf on the wall, he confronted the brown pony.
"Hey, 'doc, your patient just woke up."
Doctor Whooves looked up at him, alarmed, his spiky mane bending slightly as he snapped his head up, the English accent giving his rushed words the same comical effect it had on Doctor Who's words.
"Uh...I...uh...I'm not...really a...doctor...well, technically, I am, but..."
Peter's eyebrows angled down, a small frown emulating them.
"I know who you are, and I know about the TARDIS. But there's one thing I don't know. Why did you visit me? What's important about me and that Soul Gem?"
The doctor's eyes thinned, and his slight panic was evident, having been found out.
"Uh...I...I have no idea what you're...talking about. Nope, not the slightest idea! Heh..."
Peter put his weight back on his feet, coming off of the wall, his eyebrows raised in a cocky yet dubious fashion, his skinny, weak arms now crossed against his chest, his broad shoulders giving him the illusion of strength.
"Okay, fine. Not the slightest idea. Just tell me: do you like pears?"
The pony exploded, raising his front hooves in exasperation. "No! I hate pears! I always tell the TARDIS specifically not to make pears, but it does anyway, doesn't it? I mean-" He gulped, lowering his arms.
Peter opened his eyes, taken aback. He hadn't expected the pony to say so much, but instead had expected the pony to stay calm and composed and simply say 'no'.
"Well, you've got me. What do you want? To go back and stop yourself from coming here? To stop yourself from saving Rarity?"
Peter lowered his arms as Doctor Whooves approached, suddenly very serious. Peter backed up until he was on the wall adjacent to the one he had been leaning on, this time pressing himself up on it out of fear of a brown pony, the Doctor's voice lowering to a whisper.
"Well, listen to me. You can't. You can't change the past. And I won't let you."
Peter held his hands up, the same way he would if a robber had corned him, and shook his head in agreement, gulping as he did so.
"I...I was just going to ask you why you came to me...I wanted to know why I'm so important, y'know, important enough to create that...'wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff'...stuff..."
The Doctor backed off slightly, eyebrows elevated in surprise. Peter sighed in relief, the pony's eyes no longer staring right into his.
"Oh...well, I mean, you're a human, Peter. I kind of need to watch you. Y'know, kind of comes with the job of being a Time Lord...but, don't worry, there are no Weeping Angels after you. It's just that, since part of you is in that Soul Gem..."
The door to the doctor's office suddenly clicked open, and Doctor Whooves started, hurriedly whispering something into Peter's ears.
Peter nodded, understanding why, but not understanding...why.
"Will do, Doctor."
The earth pony nodded, and walked away from Peter, quickly dashing out of the door as the professional's door creaked open, revealing a white pony, stethoscope adorning his head, just below the white horn, which was covered with a sanitary cap. Peter instantly assumed a leisurely stance upon the wall, looking at the doctor.
"Is everything okay out here? I thought I heard voices."
Peter returned the doctor's look with a raised eyebrow.
"Morning, 'doc. Your patient's awake. Y'know, Rarity?"
The doctor's eyes thinned, and he quickly rushed into the elegant pony's hospital room, signaling for Peter to follow him.
Confused as to why the doctor had reacted so quickly, and also as to why he didn't bother asking Peter what he was.
Peter rushed inside, panic coursing through his veins as he wondered what could possibly be going on.