Who: Five, Martha, various folks in the infirmary who want to see.
What: Five surprises Martha! Birthday shenanigans.
Where: The Infirmary!
When: Backdated to the 20th and after
this exchange with Hayley.
Warnings: Adorable awkwardness?
The Doctor paced for a moment in his room, fretting slightly. He had no idea how to go about this sort of thing; Tegan and Perpugilliam had been infinitely easier to provide for on such occasions, and he suspected it was largely due to how demanding they had been in that regard. Martha was nothing at all like them; if anyone, she was far more similar to Nyssa, quiet and unassuming and wholly confusing. How was one to meet needs unvoiced? Did they even exist, or was he simply overanalysing the situation?
The advice given him had been well meaning, all of it, but much of it had also been geared for standard Earthling courtship, while Martha was by no means a standard Earthling. She had weathered what sounded like the worst of him, suffered so much for his sake, if not at his hands, done everything she could to save and maintain the world. She fostered a friendship with him despite it all, and despite the fiasco of port, she drew them closer with dreams, aspirations and philosophies.
It had taken a great deal of time and thought to realise a simple fact- she was wonderful. He honestly couldn't think of an elaboration. But she was extremely difficult to attempt to please, through no fault of her own.
With a deep breath, he glanced about his room, making sure everything was in order. It wasn't a great task, as he hardly used this room anyway, but he had to make sure. He set foot toward the infirmary, the small bunch of oddly coloured and strangely watery-scented wildflowers held behind his back. While the young Mssr St. Just had been joshing, the Doctor found an interesting idea in tying a small red ribbon about one wrist, well concealed by the cuff of his coat.
He reached the infirmary and nudged the door open, plainly ill at ease. His short forays into courtship in the past had been rather quiet affairs, preferably kept between himself and his lovers; the idea of being a spectacle didn't sit well at all, but if that would make for a memorable birthday, then so be it.
"Martha?" he inquired softly when he spotted her across the room, stepping in as quietly as possible to keep from waking those still recovering. "I've got something for you."