When she had first heard her name being called she wasn't quite sure whether or not she had imagined it. She'd been listening so closely for any trace of him in the last forty minutes or so, that her pain fuzzed mind was starting to play tricks on her. There were at least half a dozen times when she had thought she had heard something, called out in response and had received no answer. She knew there was good chance that this latest sound was just wishful thinking on her part too.

But then she heard her name a second time, much more clearly than the first and decided that it could be real.

"Doctor!" she called out hopefully, waiting tentatively for an answer.

She didn't have to wait long.

The thump of running footsteps was heard, and then much of the light into the room was blocked as a shadow appeared in the doorway.

"Rose?" the Doctor asked, almost frantically.

"I'm down here," she confirmed.

"Oh God," he muttered in an anxious tone, "Are you alright?"

"I think I broke my ankle."

"Oh God," he muttered again, "Wait there."

Yes, because she was really going to get up and wander off somewhere.

He disappeared slightly from view and she could just about see him tinkering with a panel next to the door, blue light shinning from the sonic screwdriver. Moments later the floor rose up to meet the door and the lights flickered on. She closed her eyes tightly shut, momentarily overwhelmed by the brightness, and by the time she had her vision back he was crouched down beside her.

"Rose, I'm so sorry," he said distraughtly, panic still evident on his unusually pale face, "I've been looking for you for nearly an hour. I was trying to warn you. I messed around with the internal configuration system and I think I broke it."

"Yeah, I think you did," Rose said, not really angry with him but in enough pain to make her tetchy.

"Where are you hurt?" he asked, gently supporting her with one hand at the small of her back. She guessed the gesture was meant to be comforting for the both of them. He certainly did look concerned which made it very hard for her to be annoyed about the fact that his playing around had caused this.

"Just my ankle," she confirmed, "I landed feet first."

He grimaced slightly and bent forward to check it out, removing her trainer and sock, and rolling her trouser leg out of the way. Her ankle was certainly very swollen and red. He squeezed it gently, and she immediately yelped in pain, looking at him accusingly.

"Sorry," he said hurriedly, moving his hand away, "It's definitely broken. You need to get to the infirmary. Come on."

He effortlessly scooped her up in his arms and she sucked in a tight breath as pain shot through her lower leg. As he hurried to the infirmary, every step jogged her unavoidably up and down and pain spiked through her with every jolt. She buried her head in the crook of his neck, trying to concentrate on the comforting scent of him and his leather jacket rather than her ankle.

"I'm sorry," he repeated into her ear, "It'll be alright soon."

Moments later they entered the brightly lit infirmary and he placed her gently down onto the bed in the centre of the room. She was a little disappointed to be torn away from him actually, despite the fact she wanted her leg fixed.

Crossing to one of the stark white units, he pulled out a small metal device that looked not unlike the sonic screwdriver.

"What's that?" she asked cautiously. It wasn't that she didn't trust him but she would quite like to know what he was going to do to her. Besides, the sonic had a horrible tendency of blowing things up.

"It's a tissue regeneration device," he explained, rolling her trouser leg up to her knee.

Rose was very glad she'd shaved her legs the day before.

"It'll accelerate the natural healing process," he said, flicking the switch and pointing it carefully at her ankle. A soft red glow emanated from it and wherever it touched her skin it left a pleasantly warm tingling sensation behind.

"It should only take a few minutes," the Doctor said in response to her curious gaze.

Rose propped herself up on her elbows, watching him work away.

"So what happened then?" she asked, more curious about the situation now the pain was fading, "Did the rooms move?"

"No," he said with an absent shake of his head, concentrating carefully on what he was doing, "They just got misshapen. That's why you found that slight discrepancy between where the door was and where the floor was."

Rose frowned in confusion, "But that should've been my room. I know I followed the right path back from the swimming pool."

"Which one?"

"Which what?"

"Which swimming pool?"

Her eyes widened "You have more than one pool here?"

He grinned, glancing up at her, "Three actually."

She smiled, shaking her head in disbelief, "What are you? Some kind of intergalactic playboy?"

He was annoyingly silent on that point, throwing her a mischievous look but declining to answer.

"There," he said, pulling the device away, "All done."

Rose moved her ankle around experimentally.

"It feels weird," she said with a small frown.

"It will do for a few days," he explained, "The tissue and nerves are all new and unused. Think of it like buying new shoes; you're going to have to wear it in."

She nodded, swinging her legs round and standing gingerly up. It felt okay. At least she could stand on it now. Taking an experimental step forward though, she quickly realised what he had meant. It was like she wasn't in complete control of her leg. - like she had sat on it and it had gone to sleep. She stumbled uncertainly forward and would have found herself on the floor again if the Doctor didn't have such quick hands which caught her by the waist, holding her steady.

"Careful," he said, not releasing his firm grip, "It'll probably be a bit weak and sore for a few days. I think it's best if you rest up in the TARDIS."

Rose pouted, in a disappointed manner.

"But we we're going to watch that star being born," she complained, "You said it was amazing. You can't just dangle 'amazing' in front of me then take it away because of a little broken bone!"

The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Rose, it's a time machine," he pointed out, "We can go when we want."

She sighed heavily, seeing his point but not particularly happy about it. The prospect of sitting around for days doing nothing whilst there was a universe out there to experience wasn't exactly a welcome one.

"Cheer up," the Doctor encouraged, "It's not that bad. Anyway, you didn't know I had three swimming pools. Maybe it's time I gave you the proper tour. Then perhaps you won't get lost anymore."

"I wasn't lost," she protested, "I just wasn't exactly where I thought I was. Which is your fault for having three swimming pools."

"Yeah, yeah", he muttered, disbelievingly, "Come on. How about a walk in the garden?"

Her face instantly brightened, "You have a garden?"

He grinned.