-Martha Jones-

He had been awake for over an hour, and he still refused to acknowledge Martha presence. He had kept his eyes closed for the longest time, but now he had opened them again and stared at her. She looked slowly over the book at him curiously. He blinked but other then that he didn't acknowledge her. She set down the book, and stood up. As she moved closer to the bed, his eyes filled with fear before he squeezed them tightly closed again. She moved back away from the bed and sat down.

"I'll stay back for now, if it makes you feel safe," she said to him in a soft voice. She waited to see if he would respond. After a few minutes his eyes opened slowly, and he stared at her with the same blank look.

"Are you in pain?" she asked and received no reaction.

"Are you hungry?" Still no reaction.

"Are you thirsty?" A quick flicker of his eyes. She stood up again and left the room.

-The Doctor-

She wouldn't leave. He laid there with his eyes closed, and she still wouldn't leave. She knew he was awake so why wasn't he being chained up again, or being put into the horrible cage. He opened his eyes, and stared at her. He watched and waited trying to see what she was going to do to him. She stopped reading, and set the book down. He watched in fear as she moved closer to the bed. He closed his eyes tightly, and waited for the pain to come, but he didn't feel anything. He heard her move away from him, and settle down into the chair again. It was silent for a moment before she began to tell him he was safe again.

He lay there with his eyes closed, and then chanced opening them again. She just watched him for a few moments, before she asked him if he was in pain, and he didn't respond. He knew this was a trick if he said he was in pain, the pain would get worse. Then she asked if he was hungry, and finally thirsty. He quickly glanced away, and glanced back at her. As she left the room he could have kicked himself. He had shown her what he wanted now he wouldn't get it. He bit his lip to keep the tears from falling.

She returned a short time later with a bottle and a straw. He continued to stare at her and wait. She came close to him, and he forced himself to keep his eyes open and watch her. He needed to see what she was going to do. She was confusing him. She leaned down in front of him, and offered him the bottle. He didn't take it. She put the bottle on the table beside his bed, and then sat down again.

-Martha Jones-

She watched sadly as the fear crossed his eyes again as she came close to him with the water. She knelt down, and offered the bottle to him. He stared at her, but wouldn't take it. She sat the bottle on the table, and then moved back to sit in the chair.

"It's okay you can drink it," she said softly.

She watched as he continued not to move except for his eyes. They glanced at the bottle, and then back to her.

"I promise Doctor," she told him, not being able to keep the tears out of her voice. "You're safe. Drink."

She wouldn't have noticed it if she hadn't been watching closely. He moved his left arm a tiny bit. Then without taking his eyes off of hers he reached the rest of the way to the bottle and lifted it slowly. He moved the bottle to his mouth, and took a tiny sip, before he set it back down. She was patient with him though. She kept telling him, he was safe and it was okay to drink, until she watched him drink more. She realized that she was right, and they were going to have a long battle ahead of them to bring the Time Lord back.

-The Doctor-

He had been in the room for a week. He had been taken care of during that week. He was laying on the soft bed still, and she had brought him food and water, and had sat for hours reading to him or just she talked to him. A part of his brain was beginning to acknowledge that it was really Martha, and not some trick. He was alone in the room at the moment and he moved hesitantly. The cast on his arm and legs made it hard to move much. He tried to roll on to his back, and pain shot through his body and he gritted his teeth. Martha returned, and he lay still again.

-Martha Jones-

He was making progress. She was able to enter the room without him pretending to be asleep, and he allowed her to approach the bed without shutting down. She hoped he was beginning to trust her so that she could help him. She had been speaking with Jack about moving him from Torchwood Hub to the TARDIS. She knew he was scared being in Torchwood. His bones were setting, he was hydrated, and his back was almost healed. He had gained a little bit of weight, but it took him all day to eat one plate of food because he would only eat when she was in the room and wasn't watching him. Thankfully Jack agreed with her, and they made plans to move him later that day.

She returned to his room. "I have a surprise for you." Fear flickered across his eyes.

"No, no, it's okay. It's a good surprise." The fear didn't go away. She went over to the wardrobe, and pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts. Owen came in, and the Doctor closed his eyes tightly. Without any help from him they gently turned him on to his back, and then Owen helped her check his broken bones to make sure they were setting right. She didn't want to have to break them again. They then removed the IV, and made sure he was ready to go. The entire time Owen was in the room, the Doctor refused to open his eyes.

Once Owen was gone, Martha gently started to talk to him again. "It's okay, it's just me. We need to get you dressed." She repeated this until he opened his eyes and looked at her. The fear was gone. She slowly helped him to sit up in the bed and put a pillow behind his back.

"Lift your arm," she said and he did. Martha slid the shirt sleeve over his cast, and then helped him with the other arm. She pulled the shirt down over his head. She then helped him pull the shorts on. Jack came in with a wheel chair and unlike with Owen, the Doctor left his eyes open and watched Jack. Jack moved to one side, and Martha the other and together they got him into the chair. Jack wheeled him out of the room, and into the van. Martha walked beside him talking to him encouragingly.

-The Doctor-

He was scared of where they were going. They hadn't moved him out of the building since he was taken. The van didn't have any windows in the back, so all he could do was wait while they drove. Martha stayed by his side the entire time. The van stopped and the doors opened. He was wheeled out and as his eyes adjusted to the bright sun he could see the one thing he has longed for, his TARDIS. He nearly started to cry in happiness. Martha wheeled him up to it as Jack watched them. He couldn't contain his eagerness as she put the key in the door, and opened it. She wheeled him in, and he looked at the familiar control room.

"Thanks Jack." He heard her say, and then the door closed behind them. she started to push him past the console and he put a hand on the wheel to stop her. "No," he said softly, surprising himself, the first words he has spoken in months. He reached out to the console, and gently stroked it. He laid his hand on the console, and felt the familiar hum of the TARDIS flow through him.

-Martha Jones-

She pushed him into the TARDIS intent on taking him to his room, and getting him settled but he surprised her as she pushed him past the console. He put his hand on the wheel, and said in a barely audible voice. "No." She locked the wheels on the chair and stepped back. She watched him gingerly reach out and start stroking the controls. She watched him for awhile before she knelt down near him.

"Come on, lets get you to your room," she said softly. She unlocked the chair, and took him to his room. He offered her little help as she put him in his bed, and got him settled.

"Do you want anything? she asked. He glanced at her, and then towards the door.

"You want me to leave." The tiniest of movement of his head.

"All right. I'll be nearby if you need me." And she left him alone in his room.