"Martha. You're here."
The Doctor's ragged breaths are barely audible, his fluttering eyes trying to focus on Martha's worried face.
"Yes I am. You were asking for me, so I'm here. Rose and Sarah Jane contacted me through the UNIT channels, Jack and Donna are looking for them; they'll all be here soon. It's alright Doctor you'll be okay, I've got you."
Martha gently lifts the Doctor's head unto her lap, placing her free hand underneath his jacket, feeling his hearts beating rapidly. Martha knows that if she does not get the Doctor back to the TARDIS, it won't be long until she's looking into a stranger's face, a different Doctor, not hers.
"Martha, I don't think I'll make it. I may have to regenerate." Sweat runs down the Doctor's pale face, pooling under his chin. Martha shakes her head and replies sharply, "Don't be daft! You've been through far worse than this. Remember That Year? And the sentient sun? I said I'll save you and I did. You're not leaving me now."
The Doctor's gasps for air cut off his laughter. He winces and grabs her left hand before murmuring, "I seem to make a habit of needing you to save me." His skin was hot to the touch.
"Frequent flyer's privilege. Just returning the favor, Doctor."
"Martha. If I don't get to say it later on, when I'm -- different. I never said. You have to know."
Tears sting Martha's eyes. She squeezes his trembling hand and says softly, "It's alright Doctor. You don't have to say anything. I know."
