-The Doctor-

The Doctor lay in quietly in his room as he listened to her crying. He apologized silently, and wished he hadn't sent Martha away. He closed his eyes and tried to it block out, but the crying got louder until it felt like it was going to overwhelm him. Just as he was starting to get frantic the door to his room opened, and Martha entered carrying a cup of tea and a small plate of food.

"How are you feeling?" she asked softly as she set the plate down beside him. He looked up at her sadly, and she stroked his hair back. "Do you want me to read to you while you eat?"

He barely moved his head in a nod, and she picked up a book, and settled down in his armchair. As she read to him, he watched her, as Martha's voice drowned out her crying. But she was still there, she would always be there.

-Martha Jones-

Two more weeks had passed. He was getting better. He was answering her in simple yes and no answers, but he still wouldn't acknowledge the fact he needed anything. She kept food and water near him at all times in case, and also helped him to the bathroom every few hours. He wasn't able to walk yet due to the cast, and he hated the wheelchair, scowling every time she helped him transfer into it.

Owen came back to help her remove the cast on the Doctor's arm and reduce the ones on his legs. The Doctor closed his eyes and shut down again. Martha tried to tell him, "Owen is helping you," and "you are safe." But the entire time Owen was there she didn't get an answer from him. Martha was thankful that she would be able to take care of him ,on her own from here. He didn't seem to mind Jack being there, but if any other members of Torchwood came with him, the Doctor immediately shut down. She made a note that she would have to get him out, and observe whether this was with everybody or just certain people.

It was a couple of hours after Owen had left. Martha was sitting in the chair next to his bed, and he was watching her again. She didn't like to see the vibrant Time Lord so quiet and still.

"You'll have to talk to me sometime," she commented, and he raised his eyebrows at her with a smirk.

"You can't stay silent forever Doctor. It's not good. You need to talk about what happened." His eyes closed tightly.

"When you're ready, not now. It's okay. I'm not going to force you to do anything you're not ready to." He left his eyes closed, and refused to acknowledge her again as his breathing sped up. She wasn't about to give up, but she knew he wouldn't answer her again until his eyes opened. It was a defense he had started using, while they were still at Torchwood hub. She wondered if he had used it used with the people who had held him as well. She sat there and waited.

-The Doctor-

He didn't like Owen being on his TARDIS. He also wasn't happy the man was touching him and helping Martha. He had gotten use to Martha's touch these last three week. She had to help him out quite a bit with his day to day needs. He kept his eyes closed, and went limp the entire time Owen was there. He didn't acknowledge Martha again until he had been in his own bed again for a couple of hours. Then he opened his eyes to look at her. She was sitting in her usual place watching him.

She noticed him staring at her. He half listened to her until she mentioned him talking about what had happened. With that, he immediately closed his eyes again, and tried to control his breathing. He didn't want her to know how weak he had been. How he hadn't been able to fight them. All of the beatings, being chained up and whipped. The cage he was shoved into. The time he had been allowed to lay down. A shudder went through his body. She was talking again but he didn't hear anything she was saying. He was too caught up in the memories he had allowed to surface.

He felt the cold steel of the cage digging into his skin. He was forced to be on his hands and knees, curled into a tight ball when he was in the cage. He had been too weak, and surprised the first time they had shoved him into the cage to fight much. The second time they tried, he had grabbed the outside of the cage, and they had broken his arm to get him into it.

He didn't notice the tears that were starting to fall down his cheeks, or notice that Martha had moved until he felt her take his hand. He opened his eyes slowly and stared at her through blurry eyes.

-Martha Jones-

"It's okay," Martha said, her voice near tears herself. She sat there, and held his hand until she thought he had fallen asleep. She let go, and stood up to leave. But as she approached the door, she heard him softly behind her. "Read to me."

She turned and headed to the chair instead. She picked up the book and looked at him. He had his eyes barely open, and was watching her. She removed the bookmark and started to read. She kept reading long after his breathing evened out.