"I think I’m gonna invent a new word for the color of your eyes."
no. bc marriage.
it’s my boo's birthday
”S’pose I could whip out the old kiss-o-gramming skills.”
He grinned at her despite everything, her celebratory whoop and now firm insistence. There were times when the Doctor knew not to even bother arguing with Amy and this was one of those. Yes, he wanted her out first but it did make sense that he would be the one pulling her up and out rather than vice versa.
His legs were slightly longer than her (endlessly) long legs anyway and so that meant his chances of reaching the crack with a boost were a little greater. Even with a ‘bum arm’ as she so eloquently put it.
"Oi, shut up, martyr quota," the Doctor huffed, "try a not getting Amy killed quota… now… lets do just that."
Ignoring his arm was getting easier, thanks to fierce determination, even if the pain was getting progressively worse. He just hoped he didn’t pass out. Lucky that it was his arm really, over hers, because his flesh had half a hope of healing with a few smaller scars. Human skin on the other hand—
No. Not the time to imagine. He cringed.
Using his good arm he reached for the crack and pulled with both. No longer holding back on groaning, as the second joined to hoist him up, because, ouch, that was worse…. oooh… yes worse.
Was that actual burnt skin crackling? (Better not to dare think).
Grateful to feel Amy’s boost up from underneath he tugged and restrained from flailing his legs and potentially kicking her into a pit of lava. Eventually, he was able to struggle up onto the dusty surface of the planet, leaning back over the opening and throwing both of his arms out to reach her hands. The Doctor just had to tug her up enough for her to reach and hold the edge and then he could pull her up more easily the rest of the way with her additional pulls.
"Hang on, literally —hang on," he called, through grunts and gasps until he eventually got her hands and could begin to pull.
Despite the lava expanding through the room at an alarming rate, Amy still had time to squint in the Doctor’s direction for his attempt at a retort. Not exactly his strong suit and he didn’t get to blame his tendency for flinging himself in the direct line of fire on saving her. Because while that may have been the case sometimes - he would also do the same for a duckling. An argument she actually refrained from voicing (going back to the lava) and instead settled in to give him a boost.
Difficult, but not impossible - he was up in a matter of moments. “You alright?” she called up to him. His arms extending down for her was enough confirmation. It would hurt him, Amy was sure of that, but the sooner they were out of there the sooner they could get him patched up.
And she would really prefer to be out of there soon.
A small hop and Amy grasped his hands. While he refrained from waving his legs about, she couldn’t exactly exert the same kind of will-power. No, her legs flailed about in attempts of finding solid footing in the heat that certainly felt thick enough for the job. “Don’t let go,” she gasped. A poor choice of chancing a glance down around the same time her shoe went flying off her foot, Amy let out a small yelp and tilted her gaze back upward.
Clutching, flailing, and maybe a few more yelps and a toasted foot later - Amy finally found a solid grip on land to be more of a help than just a wiggling mess. A few more attempts at giving her best impression of a fish out of water, she rolled onto the ground beside him and swung her legs entirely out of harm’s way.
Well. Harm’s way for the time being.
Breathing heavily, she pushed herself up. “Alright?” she asked him again - this time looking to his arm and assessing that it was definitely not alright before he could even answer her.