The Doctor carried Rose swiftly and as quickly as his lanky legs would allow him. Get out of reach of them first, that was the first priority. The TARDIS wasn't too far, maybe thirty yards away, his coat billowing behind him as he ran. He grunted as he jumped over a particularly large root in his path, narrowly dodging an arrow aimed for him.
Rose sucked in a sharp breath at that, though unconscious, pain hitting her all over at the slight jostle. The Doctor frowned, muttering a low "sorry, I'm so sorry," to her in an attempt to soothe her.

He reached the doors if the TARDIS and awkwardly held Rose up with his right leg propped up against the blue box, his right arm supporting the lot of her. Fishing for the TARDIS key in his pocket, he fumbled with it slightly before shoving it in the lock furiously. He pushed the doors open harshly, slamming them shut behind him as he ran towards the console. The Doctor lay Rose down gently on the captain's chair, his brow furrowing as she whimpered in pain.
-Medusa Cascade- he thought. -The Medusa Cascade will be perfectly safe.- Manuevering the TARDIS as steadily as he could so that Rose would not be jostled during flight, he parked it in the depths of deep space and gazed at Rose sorrowfully. She was hurt, and it was all his fault. He picked her up wedding-style, and carried her gently to the med-bay.

He lay her down on the bed as carefully as he could, but still her face contorted in pain, her unconscious brain still perfectly receptive to her nerve endings, and therefore, pain. The Doctor frowned, his brow furrowing with worry and guilt as he ran his thumb across her sweat soaked forehead in an attempt to comfort her, but she winced at his touch as well, causing his frown to deepen.

"I am so, so sorry, Rose." he muttered once more as he began an examination of her body, moving with gentle, prodding fingers over bones and joints. -Dislocated shoulder- he noted to himself -broken leg, and- he took out his sonic screwdriver, a high pitched whine emitting from it as he scanned her chest -three broken ribs, and massive bruising...- he frowned. Of course he'd have to wait for Rose to wake up to see if she had any other pains that he had missed, but he had taken note of every ailment he had found. He thought back to earlier in their trip.

He'd taken her to Kincsag-6 a planet inhabited by a race called the Torrorben. Torrorben had a reputation for being particularly nasty to foreigners, taking them captive for questioning, and it was not surprising if they were executed. But Kincsag-9 was a breathtakingly beautiful planet, and he'd wanted to show off to her, and, well, what better way than to take her to a planet who's beauty nearly rivalled her own? So the Doctor had decided he would land in an uninhibited area, that was not yet settled. Well, that's where he had thought he was landing, anyway. As it turned out, the Torrorben had been hunting in the area, and stumbled upon them. Rose and he were shot with tranquillising darts and captured. The compound's effects were immediate for Rose, but only partially effective on the Doctor. Yes, he had been immobilised, but he still retained his consciousness. Their captors led them to separate rooms, and the Doctor silently swore to himself that he would rescue her.

He shook his head sharply, bringing himself back to the present. Rose was injured and it was his fault. All his fault! The time lord growled angrily at himself, feeling as thought he had completely failed her. But this was not the time for self loathing, no, he could do that later. This was the time for healing, it was the least he could do for her. And he would do more than the least he could do. So much more.

The Doctor wiped her arm clean of the sweat and dirt that inhabited it, inserting an IV into the appendage as painlessly as he could. He knew that if Rose was still suffering from the after-effects of the dart, her nerves would be hypersensitive to everything that stimulated them, including the needle he had just stuck into her arm. His suspicion was confirmed when her jaw involuntarily clenched at his action.

The time lord's shoulders slumped in guilt, mumbling to himself as he smoothed down a stray strand of hair over her forehead. "Sorry, I'm so sorry..." he trailed off, repeating himself, constantly mouthing the phrase even if the words failed to come out of his mouth. The Doctor's stomach stirred naseoulatingly as he tried, to the best of his ability, to clean her wounds. Her left leg needed to be set back in place, and his teeth found his way to worrying at his lower lip before he managed to kiss her forehead in a soothing manner. He increased the dosage of painkillers in her IV, knowing that it was going to hurt her regardless, due to the hypersensitive nerves. The Time Lord could wait it out, but that would risk the bone beginning to heal in the wrong position, which would cause him to have to break it and reset her whole leg. Yes, it was a better idea to do it now while she was unconscious, regardless of the nerve issue. He sighed. "Rose, I am so sorry, I really am... But this..." he paused, as though she could hear him "it's going to hurt." Using a majority of his strength, he applied severe pressure to her leg until a loud crack was heard, signalling that the bone was set correctly. Wrapping it tightly in medicated gauze, he ran a hand through her hair, his touch so gentle that she probably would not have felt him there without her over sensitive nerve endings. Unconsciously, she leaned her head to his hand, craving more of the soothing touch.

He looked at her sadly, disentangling his hand from her blonde strands and preparing himself to deal with her shoulder. The Doctor closed his eyes and took a deep breath. -Compose yourself,- he thought -clinical now, compassionate later. Help her. Detach yourself. Heal her,- he coached himself roughly. Nodding to himself, he applied pressure to her shoulder until it popped back into place, rubbing circles on the joint absentmindedly with his thumb. Wrapping that in gauze as well, he studied his handiwork so far. -Brilliant,- he thought -well, I'm called the Doctor for a reason, of course,- he began to run his fingers through her hair again, though this time he was completely clinical, checking for any head wounds, lacerations, or bruises. Finding a particularly large bump, he frowned. The traveler pulled his sonic screwdriver from his pocket, and used the light to view and scan her pupils.

-Dilated, that's not good... The medication! Painkillers. Concussion. Bad. Oh this is very bad!- he scrambled for the regulator for her medication, lowering it until it was barely anything in her system. If she woke up... She'd be in immense pain. Hell, she was probably in it now, but he couldn't risk putting her in a coma.

After he'd decided that he was calm enough to keep treating her and that she was no longer in too much risk of falling into a coma, he rubbed a regenerative tissue salve on her forearms and midsection, for they were scattered with small cuts and bruises. Finishing his work, he pulled up a blanket to her shoulders and tucked her in, kissing her forehead a second time. He placed his fingers on her temples, scanning her mind and slowly pushing her into a dormant, healing state. She needed rest, and he would make sure she got it.

Plopping himself down in a chair next to her, checking her vitals every so often to make sure she was okay. He ran a hand over his face, resting it over his mouth in an anxious habit. -I'm getting old- he thought cynically. The Time Lord laughed mentally and ran a hand through the hair on the back of his head, crossing his legs and watching Rose with a certain concern. She would be okay. She had to be. But she had to rest first. For now, he would wait.