Molly skips out of the employee uniform closet with Riley clad in candy striper uniforms. "I always loved the candy striper uniforms. It feels like I'm with an old friend wearing this," Molly states.
"You were a candy striper?" Riley asks.
"Well, I was until I was sixteen."
"What happened then?"
"I became an unofficial doctor," Molly shrugs.
Riley stops in her tracks to gasp and admire as Molly saunters ahead. "You're kidding, right?"
"It doesn't exactly make it easier to call someone Dr. Temple if they look like an eternal fourteen year old, but it sure does help when you save their life three times in one night," Molly laughs.
On the other side of the hospital, Cam stands by the Doctor in the children's wing trying to fix the ice cream machine. "Why do the girls get to do all the fun stuff while we stand by the ice cream machine?" Cam whines.
"You're not a real doctor, so I don't want to place you in the same room with the President of the United States when his life is on the line. Besides, it's going to be hectic in there and we're not young, hot girls who are able to weedle our way in," The Doctor explains seeming to scan the ice cream machine at random. Suddenly, something clicks and the machine begins to purr. "Anyway, who cares?! I bet the girls don't have ice cream!" The Doctor cheers offering Cam the chocolate cone.
Cam takes a massive bite out of it. "Oh my gosh, this is probably the best ice cream I've ever had! Aren't you going to have some?" He asks getting ice cream all over his face like a toddler.
The Doctor chuckles. "Nah, I'm more of a custard person."
"Do you dip your fish fingers in your custard?" A small voice peeps. The Doctor and Cam turn to see a little girl with ginger hair standing in front of them. "My great- grammy was from England with the same accent as you have and always dipped her fish fingers in custard."
The Doctor gets on one knee in attempt to reach the girls height. "I always dip my fish fingers in my custard. What are you here for, sweetheart?" The Doctor asks with a smirk.
The girl rolls her eyes. "My dumb brother fell out of a tree and broke his arm. We're vacationing here from New York City."
"If you don't mind me asking, what's your name?" The Doctor asks.
The girl smiles. "Amelia, Amelia Williams after my great- grammy I was telling you about," The girl says with a blush.
The Doctor gets teary eyed. "That's a beautiful name, my dear. I bet your great- grammy was a marvelous person," The Doctor states.
"Amelia! Come on! We have to visit your brother!" A woman calls before Amelia can respond.
"Coming mom! It was nice meeting you, sir!" The girl giggles running off.
The Doctor sniffles. "Doctor, are you crying?" Cam asks.
The Doctor chuckles and reaches for the handkerchief Molly made for him out of his pocket to blot his eyes. "Sorry, just a bit of nostalgia, Cameron," The Doctor states turning to see Cam with ice cream covering his entire lower half of his face.
Cam raises an eyebrow. "Since when do you call me Cameron?" He laughs finishing his ice cream cone.
"Because parents always call their kids by their first name and you look like an eight year old right now. Therefore, you were Cameron," The Doctor explains wiping off Cam's face.
"You do realize I'm a twenty two year old man and can do this myself, right?" Cam points out.
"You do realize I'm your sister's uncle so I can baby you all I want, right?" The Doctor strikes back.
Riley runs over. "Doctor, we have a slight problem," She gasps.
Immediately everyone runs following Riley to a back room of the hospital. Molly is holding tightly onto her shoulder in pain. "Riley, I told you to get me a scalpel not the Doctor and Cam!" Molly groans. She backs into the wall and begins to sweat profusely.
The Doctor runs over to her. "Molly, move your hand," He commands. Molly removes her hand to reveal a small device pinned to her upper chest towards her shoulder with a raised center. "Oh, an auto- repair bodies bullet! I haven't seen one of these in ages! Where did you find it?" The Doctor cheers.
Molly doesn't find it nearly as amusing. "I took it out of the President's body. When I took it in here with Riley it shot into me and now it's injecting something in me!" Molly cries.
"/Doctor!/" Cam warns.
"Don't worry, you're fine. It may sting, but it's actually helping you right now. You're going to be better once it's all done," The Doctor assures.
Molly goes bug eyed. "Oh my gosh... Oh my gosh, I don't think that's supposed to be like that," Molly heaves. "Cam, hit me in the chest," Molly commands.
"What?" Cam asks.
"Hit me in the chest. You know, like you did when I was five and I thought I could beat you up. Hit me in the chest," Molly repeats.
"Molly, I'm not going to-" Cam attempts to deny.
"Cam, if you don't this in two seconds, I'm going to vomit everywhere from the amount of pain I'm in," Molly informs him.
Cam hurries over. "Are you sure?" Molly nods. Cam hits her in the left side of the chest.
Molly groans. "Other side!" She shouts gaping for air.
"Well, you didn't clarify!" Cam shouts. Cam rolls his eyes and hits Molly on the other side of the chest.
"Again," She croaks. Cam does as she says. Molly gasps for air and the device falls off of her. Molly jumps in the air. "Woo! Talk about an energy boost! Oh my goodness!... Oh my gosh! Oh two hearts! Oh baby I'm beating out a samba!" Molly cheers. Everyone laughs. "I feel marvelous! I feel like I can run a marathon! Doctor, do you always feel like this?" Molly asks doing a Michael Jackson spin.
The Doctor chuckles. "Only sometimes."
"Well I feel more alive than ever! Do you know what we should do? Let's just set the TARDIS to a random time and go there!" Molly suggests.
Riley turns to the Doctor. "Doctor, can we actually do that?" Riley asks.
The Doctor shrugs. "I see no problem with that! Do you all want to?" He asks.
"Yesyesyesyesyesyes! YES!" Molly cheers jumping up and down.
"I think she says yes," Cam whispers to the Doctor.
He laughs. "Let's go then!"
"Come on! Follow me! I'll pretend to be an airplane! Vroom!" Molly shouts running down the hallway running down the hallway pretending to be an airplane.
"Oh gosh, this is worse than the time my great- grandpa kept giving her the sangria thinking it was fruit punch when she was fourteen," Cam sighs.
"How much sangria did he give her?" Riley asks.
"It was only four glasses, but my mom put Everclear Vodka in it for extra kick then made me hold Molly's head over the toilet," Cam groans. They all laugh and follow the insane ginger.