A/N:
Sorry this Chapter is so very-very short, but for the life of me I can't think of what else to add, that wouldn't flow better in a different chapter.
The Doctor sat on the hospital bed... frankly getting tired of how much time he spent in here.
After his first, and currently only, therapy visit, The healer wanted him to stay, in order to receive treatment for something she discovered, from his medical scan, earlier that week.
"I've been Obliviated?" The Doctor tilted his head. Not overly concerned by that. With how many terrible memories he had. He didn't mind losing some.
"It's not quite Obliviation," The med witch noted. "As it appears the memories are blocked, rather then erased. Which causes less damage to the brain, and ensures the memories can be reactivated, no matter how much time passes. Where as Obliviation becomes more dangerous to restore, the longer they are absent."
The Doctor considered that. "Can you trace the magical signature that blocked them?"
She smiled at him, "Since the spell is still active, I can." Interesting, was she using this as a teaching exercise? She certainly was explaining a lot, as the Doctor himself does. Probably more out of habit. This was a school after all. Got to get the kids interested in the healing elective somehow.
She waved her wand around the boy's head. Not really expecting to recognize the signature... but blinked in surprise when she did. She recognized this person, from less then 2 days ago... when they came to visit the Doctor.
The Doctor ran to his TARDIS, still parked in the hospital wing, and opened the compartment to the, formerly, dummy phone.
Putting the receiver to his ear. The TARDIS psychically read over who he wanted to call, and opened up a channel.
"I knew giving you this temporal comm frequency was a mistake," Romana sighed.
"YOU ERASED MY MEMORY!!!" The Doctor raged.
The Time Lady remained quiet a moment. "Several times," She confessed, though didn't sound particularly troubled by it.
The Doctor took in a breath, trying to remain calm, "Why?" he growled out.
"History demanded you thought of yourself as 'the Last of the Time Lords', until your 'Second Coming' in the Wizarding World." Romana stated, matter a factly. Without the slightest degree of shame. "But There were times when The Time Lord Refugees, required your services.
"Just because we exist outside Time, doesn't mean we don't occasionally encounter issues. The latest being, when your current incarnation, flung a bunch of Daleks and Cybermen into our Void. I contacted the War Doctor to help with that. As you effectively started a mini Time War, in the void... which we are still dealing with, actually."
The Doctor flinched.
"My readings says your currently in the hospital wing. Has the healer removed the blocks." Romana asked, now sounding a touch concerned.
"No," The Doctor sighed. "She wanted to talk to you first. To learn the nature of the memories." Being a healer, Poppy understood, sometimes memories were removed for benevolent reasons.
"Very well, put her on." Despite himself, The Doctor gave a light smile. As Romana had just used a human phrase. She likely only said it for his amusement. Romana might often be exacerbated with him, but they were still friends...
And the Doctor could understand about "Preserving the Timelines"... he did the same to Jack, with refusing to tell him how to save his children... it's just been so long since he had to deal with someone doing that to him.
Handing the reciever to the med-witch, The Doctor was quickly shooed back to the bed... and the witch set up a privacy ward.
The Doctor was scowling something fierce, leaving the Infirmary. The Healer decided not to restore his memories, "until he was older". As Romana informed her they would be too traumatic for a prepubescent child.
She even sent a letter to the Brigadier. Explaining her findings, and giving her professional opinion of what he should do... or rather, not do.