It was bound to happen sooner or later. They'd done so well so far on their current adventures. Always sticking together. Mostly. No one getting hurt.
Thus, Martha had been surprised at first when she'd been captured on the paradise planet of all places. She'd gone through the woman's locker room and never come out.
Days later she was still strapped to the table. Still parched. She'd stopped feeling hunger days ago. Just pain now. And every time a question was asked... she stayed silent. She wouldn't betray him for the world.
Martha opened her eyes. She was in the TARDIS. Safe. ... Well... as safe as she could be with things blasting on the outside. To be honest she probably couldn't hear it.
"Fly," she commanded, wanting him safe before he thought about her. "Don't get captured." Because she'd be damned if she withstood all of that torture just for him to get imprisoned.
The familiar whirling sounded as the TARDIS picked up power and speed. The console sparked in protest at the Doctor's demands, but she was picking up and moving before they knew it.
Not much longer, things were starting to settle as the Doctor immediately crouched down to Martha. "You alright?" He smoothed her hair s little as he started looking at the cuts and bruises all over her. "Oh, Martha, what did they want from you so badly?" He wasn't really sure what should be addressed first.
Martha leaned into him even though it hurt. She wasn't sure how much longer she could go without water. They'd only given her enough to keep her alive.
"You. Information about you..." she said, unable to even cry the tears that she wanted to. "Didn't say anything."
Her head lolled forward and she sighed at the effort to bring it back up. "Water... I need water."
He ran off to find water, bringing a couple washclothes with him, and settled next to her. He held out a glass, helping her bring it to her lips and drink.
When it looked like she had enough strength to hold it, he wet the clothes and patted her face, getting rid of the grime from her brow. "So much for our holiday, huh?" He wasn't sure if he could make it up to her or not.
Martha sipped at the water gratefully. After a few minutes, she started producing tears again and let a few fall. "It was awful," she started. "Worse than the paradox. I couldn't move. Couldn't do anything but scream until I couldn't scream anymore." Her voice was hoarse enough to prove it. "They wouldn't let me sleep. I still don't know if this is real or not. The hallucinations have been so vivid."
But the cloth on her skin. The water that kept coming to her lips. All of it felt real. She took a deep breath. "Maybe we shouldn't plan holidays anymore."
His face fell into a frown as he cupped hers in his hands. "I'm so sorry." He hadn't a clue they were after him or trailing him. Typically hints were dropped and he could see it coming, but not this time.
He wiped away the tears that fell with his thumbs and leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, "Let's get you cleaned up and you can sleep all you want." With that he helped her to her feet.
Martha's hand's gripped his wrists as she looked into his eyes. "You're real... you're really real. And I'm really safe?" She asked.
Her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead and she allowed him to help her to her feet. She leaned heavily against him. "I'm too... weak to do medical procedures," she mumbled as they walked. Because a few stitches wouldn't go amiss.
"Don't worry yourself!" He slipped an arm around her back and walked her to the medbay area and helped her to the stretcher. "Where all are your wounds?" He could see a few bruises on her face and some cuts to her arms and legs. Most would heal on their own over time, but there were a couple that could use to be sewn up.
"Do you want me to sew 'em? I can't promise you they'll look as nice if you were to do it."
Nodding, he pulled out the supplies and set everything up at the bedside table. Luckily all the bleeding had been controlled so at least he didn't have to worry about that. He started with her arm, cleaning the wound, injected some lidocaine, and began stitching her back together. Again, nothing quite right, but better than what it was.
After that, he repeated the same to her leg after getting her another glass of water and encouraging her to drink. "I should get you to a hospital..." He spoke softly, inspecting his work afterwards. It was all primitive, but it was the best he could do.
"Whatever you want," she murmurs, feeling the sleep drag at her again. "As long as they allow you to sit by my bed..." she adds. "Don't wanna lose you again..." And with that, she's once again asleep so her body can start healing. She doesn't bother to look over the stitches. She'll just assume the Doctor knows what he's doing.
"You won't lose me." He reassured her as he did his best to splint her leg and ran off to direct the TARDIS to a hospital. Putting her in a wheelchair was quite an achievement, but he managed it and went to the A&E.
A few hours later, the Doctor had a chair pulled up next to her bed where he seeked out her hand to hold in his. "I'm sorry for all the trouble I've put you in." If one stepped back to look at them, he wasn't quite the best friend to her, and it furthered his guilt. However, he would do anything possible to be there when she needed him.
The thought had occurred to her in her torture chamber. That the Doctor wasn't the best of friends. But he did always try to make up for it.
Martha woke up sore and confused a few hours later. She gripped the Doctor's hand and tried to roll over. Which was difficult as she was strapped up to a few things. She looked down at her leg, casted. "Looks like I won't be running any time soon," she croaked feebly.
"No, I'm afraid not." He leaned forward to help her turn on her side before readjusting her blanket.
"Comfortable? Well, as comfortable as one could get?" He smiled as best as he could given the circumstances and leaned on his elbows on the bed. "Can I get you anything?" The hovering friend? Yup, that was him.
Thus, Martha had been surprised at first when she'd been captured on the paradise planet of all places. She'd gone through the woman's locker room and never come out.
Days later she was still strapped to the table. Still parched. She'd stopped feeling hunger days ago. Just pain now. And every time a question was asked... she stayed silent. She wouldn't betray him for the world.
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"Fly," she commanded, wanting him safe before he thought about her. "Don't get captured." Because she'd be damned if she withstood all of that torture just for him to get imprisoned.
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Not much longer, things were starting to settle as the Doctor immediately crouched down to Martha. "You alright?" He smoothed her hair s little as he started looking at the cuts and bruises all over her. "Oh, Martha, what did they want from you so badly?" He wasn't really sure what should be addressed first.
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"You. Information about you..." she said, unable to even cry the tears that she wanted to. "Didn't say anything."
Her head lolled forward and she sighed at the effort to bring it back up. "Water... I need water."
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When it looked like she had enough strength to hold it, he wet the clothes and patted her face, getting rid of the grime from her brow. "So much for our holiday, huh?" He wasn't sure if he could make it up to her or not.
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But the cloth on her skin. The water that kept coming to her lips. All of it felt real. She took a deep breath. "Maybe we shouldn't plan holidays anymore."
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He wiped away the tears that fell with his thumbs and leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead, "Let's get you cleaned up and you can sleep all you want." With that he helped her to her feet.
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Her eyes closed as he kissed her forehead and she allowed him to help her to her feet. She leaned heavily against him. "I'm too... weak to do medical procedures," she mumbled as they walked. Because a few stitches wouldn't go amiss.
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"Do you want me to sew 'em? I can't promise you they'll look as nice if you were to do it."
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She gratefully sat down again once they were back at the medbay. The Doctor would fix her and everything would be fine.
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After that, he repeated the same to her leg after getting her another glass of water and encouraging her to drink. "I should get you to a hospital..." He spoke softly, inspecting his work afterwards. It was all primitive, but it was the best he could do.
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A few hours later, the Doctor had a chair pulled up next to her bed where he seeked out her hand to hold in his. "I'm sorry for all the trouble I've put you in." If one stepped back to look at them, he wasn't quite the best friend to her, and it furthered his guilt. However, he would do anything possible to be there when she needed him.
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Martha woke up sore and confused a few hours later. She gripped the Doctor's hand and tried to roll over. Which was difficult as she was strapped up to a few things. She looked down at her leg, casted. "Looks like I won't be running any time soon," she croaked feebly.
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"Comfortable? Well, as comfortable as one could get?" He smiled as best as he could given the circumstances and leaned on his elbows on the bed. "Can I get you anything?" The hovering friend? Yup, that was him.
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Except maybe a book or something. "Could you tell me a story?" she asked.
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