The Memory Master stared as the swirl shot at him, diving away with a powerful leap just in time. A huge hole was scorched in the floor and, with the wind whistling about Rose and the sizzling noise blocked out the screech of a hovercar pulling up sharply. Another bolt of energy flew down and the Memory Master was engulfed. The Vortex was roasting around it, encasing it. The Memory Master screamed, a high-pitched, unnatural thing. Slowly, it turned to dust as the Doctor burst through the doors, encased in bandages. He rushed forward, alarmed at what he was seeing, as Rose floated groundward.
Landing, the golden glow left her, and she gasped, staring at the Doctor. "Doctor, I…" She swallowed. She struggled to stay awake and then sunk, unconscious, into his arms. The Doctor lowered her to the floor, unable to wipe his tears away, tears of fear and love. He stroked her hair softly, she was still alive but oh so weak. The two Sardinians entered, and, seeing Rose, rushed over.
Rose stirred feebly, and was aware of a noise right next to her, immediately. "Rose?" The Doctor! She coughed and opened her eyes, laying under crisp sheets. She looked at the Doctor, sat next to her hospital bed. She could see the bandages around his chest through his top and his arm was still in a sling. "Doctor!" She gasped, and coughed again, her throat dry and raw. The Doctor held a cup of water to her lips and helped her drink and, surprisingly, she didn't feel humiliated like a little child.
"You okay?" he asked softly, and she nodded, throwing her arms around him. He yelped and she let go, worried, to see him grinning at her. She slapped him on the uninjured arm and grinned anyway.
She looked worriedly at his bandaging. "What happened?" She asked, and the Doctor leant back. "Oh, not much. Just got trapped in a memory and got slashed so deep it almost ripped one of my kidneys out." She stared at him, and he grinned anyway. "No worries. Though it appears we're going to have to spend most of our time in the hospital this visit, I am right next to you." He pointed at the bed next to her. "They kept trying to get me to leave, but I wouldn't leave you. It's been three days. I haven't moved." She stared at him and he laughed, then she pointed at his bed. "Bed for you!" She ordered and, laughing, the Doctor went and layed down.
Four months later.
"That's unbelievable" Rose was sat in the TARDIS. The Doctor's arm had hardly a trace, only a pinprick scar. He grinned. "Time to go" He slammed up a lever and they shot into the vortex, off to the next adventure.