A/N: I thought this awesome show deserved a short Drabble since there doesn't seem to be any stories for it yet.
"Shh, easy, John. I've got you."
River felt a spray of cold water hit his skin. It was a welcome relief from the hot and sticky sweat clinging to his skin. He wanted them gone. He wanted some peace. Silence. But she wasn't going to give him that. Not yet.
"Couldn't stay away from the bottle could you?"
A soft sigh escaped his lips as a hand smoothed his hair across his head. He squeezed his eyes shut against the bathroom light. An arm across his chest eased him back against a soft body.
He groaned in pain. They were coming for him, and there was nothing he could do.
"Listen to me, River. It's alright. You're safe."
Soft lips caressed the side of his head.
He was fully clothed, in the shower, and hungover on a Friday night. His only escape from the voices. But he didn't want this to the only escape. He wanted her.
"Rosa?" He opened his eyes a crack and ran his hand against the bathtub and felt her sitting behind him.
"It's me. Don't worry. I'll take care of you."