After a couple more minutes of sitting on the floor the Master finally felt calm enough to lift his head from the Doctor's chest, although he had to admit that having the Doctor's arms around him felt extremely good.
The Doctor smiled down at him and asked softly, "Feeling better?"
All the Master could do was nod as he continued to keep a grip on the back of the Doctor's shirt; despite the pain it caused his bandaged hands.
The Master smiled slightly when the Doctor pet his head for a moment and said, "You need a bath. How about one with bubbles? Lets get you cleaned up."
He fully agreed with what the Doctor was saying for once, he really was in need of a bath. He couldn't remember the last time he was clean but it was probably on the Valiant, he felt gross and was completely filthy.
The Master let go of the Doctor's shirt and allowed himself to be led into the bathroom that was connected with his room/prison.
It was a nice enough bathroom, with its white tiles and light mint green walls. There were all the basics you would find in a bathroom, toilet, sink, mirror, and shower/bath, along with some fluffy white towels and a variety of soaps, shampoos and conditioners. An orange toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste sat in a cup on the counter near the sink, other such items were likely kept in the cupboard under the sink and the wall cabinet.
Looking at his reflection the Master realized he looked worse than he'd thought, he looked gaunt and pale, his hair was dirty and greasy not to mention somewhat tangled along with the rough stubble and the overall scrawniness.
"Well, I'm going to get some fresh bandages so yours can be changed after your bath. Take your time, I'll be waiting just out here for you." The Doctor told him in a chipper tone as he walked out, closing the door behind him.
The Master certainly did take his time, scrubbing off the layers of filth and grime, running his hands over his own jutting out bones. When he was finally finished and clambered out of the bathtub he felt brand new.
He shaved the stubble off his face and dried himself off with a large white fluffy towel. For a moment he stared down at the pile of ratty clothes and old bandages near his bare feet before dumping them into the garbage.
When he looked into the mirror once more he noticed a significant improvement. He was still painfully thin, bruised and burned but his skin was clean and clear, his blonde hair was soft and fluffy, if somewhat long and shaggy, and his eyes seemed… brighter.
Smiling and wrapped in a large towel he gingerly walked out to meet the Doctor.