-The Doctor-

He was sitting quietly on his bed. Martha had tried several times that morning to transfer in him to the wheelchair, and he had remained limp making it difficult on her.

"Fine, you can just wet the bed," Martha huffed as she stormed out of the room. He was left alone for almost an hour, before he felt Jack's presence. He looked up to see Jack leaning against the door frame, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Martha is only trying to help you," Jack scolded him softly. "Do you have to make it difficult on her?" Jack entered the room and set the cup of coffee on the table by the bed. Jack sat down on the bed next to the Doctor and looked at him seriously.

"Why don't you want your cast off?" Jack asked and he looked down.

"I can't walk," he answered quietly.

"No, you can't with the cast, but once you get them off you will learn how to again." The Doctor shook his head and Jack gently took his chin and tilted it up to meet Jack's eyes.

"Are you afraid that even with the cast off, you won't be able to walk? You won't walk again over night, but there is nothing to suggest you can't walk. Hell, you'll probably be out running me again in a few months. So how about you let Martha remove the cast, and then you can take a real bath." Jack suggested and he nodded softly. Jack went over and got the wheelchair, but the Doctor's scowl stopped him.

"You want me to carry you instead?" Jack asked and the Doctor shook his head. He helped Jack transfer him into the chair, and they headed to the medical bay.

-Martha Jones-

"Damn it," he stated as he slammed his fist down hard on the floor.

"Doctor breathe," Martha told him calmly. They were working on getting him walking, and he was frustrated again. She had explained to him that it would take time due to the fact he hadn't walked in months, but as they stretched his legs that morning he had been hopeful. She had helped him stand, and grab on to the bars in front of him. Between trying to hold himself up with his weak right arm and his legs shaking, he barely took two steps before collapsing onto the floor.

After trying and failing to get him to try again, Martha helped him back into the wheel chair. He glared at the bars as though he blamed them for him not being able to walk still, and perhaps he did. She pushed him into the living area, and helped him onto the couch. She sat down in the chair across from him, and pulled out a notepad.

"All right, now where were we?" she asked and he just stared at her like usual. She had been trying to get him to talk to her, but he still wouldn't. She knew she was being easy on him, but she couldn't help it, because even though his body was still weak he was healed. Mentally though he was still fragile, and whenever she tried to push him he stopped answering her and seemed to shut down.

-The Doctor-

He had traveled the whole universe, and during his travels he had never stopped running. Now he was completely reliant on someone else to take care of him, and he didn't like it. It had been just under two months since Martha had brought him back to the TARDIS, and rather than running, he still had it parked in the same spot. They had been working on building up the muscles in his arms and legs. He was able to stand for short periods of time unassisted, and today he was determined that he was going to walk.

"Damn it," he cursed aloud when he fell, and silently he cursed everything else. Martha helped him into the wheel chair, and then onto the couch.

"All right, now where were we?" she asked him and he didn't answer. It was the same place they had been at since she had started this two weeks ago. She would take him to work on getting back on his feet, and then try to talk to him. He had stared at her hoping that she would stop, but she had continued it. He opened his mouth, and started in a low voice.

"I was just passing through, I swear I was, I wasn't looking for trouble. I felt something hit me hard in the head, and when I woke up, I was in that room." He stopped and stared at her again.

-Martha Jones-

She heard the words coming out of his mouth, but didn't quite believe he was talking to her. He stopped as quickly as he started, and she waited patiently for him to go on, but he didn't talk again for the rest of the hour. As the hour ended, and she started to stand up he spoke up again.

"Why do we have to talk about this?"

"Because you won't feel better until you let it out. Whatever happened, whatever they did to you, it wasn't your fault." She said softly.

She made them lunch and he picked at the food like normal. She then wheeled him into the library and picked up the book they had been reading. She started to read it but she could tell he wasn't paying attention. She paused.

"Doctor," she said.

"They left me chained in that room for days without food or water until I was weak. Then they let me down, and tried to get me to drink out of a bowl. When I refused they chained me up again and left me. When they returned again two days later I was to thirsty to fight them and drank." He paused again his eyes glazing over.

"What else happened?" She asked him as he seemed distracted for a moment. He seemed startled by her voice, and looked at her with sad eyes. She waited for him to go on, but he seemed to be done for the day.

Over the next few days he opened up to her more. He told her about the cage, and them breaking his arm. He talked about how they broke both his legs when he tried to run away from them. He continued to talk until he got to the part where they drug him into a second room. He looked frightened and said, "then I woke up in Torchwood hub."

"Doctor," she said softly.

"I woke up in Torchwood hub," he said more firmly. She stared at him and he repeated it again and again, getting more frantic as he did until he finally shut his eyes and shut down. She sighed they had been getting so close. She knew he was lying to her about that being the end of it. He hadn't mentioned where the marks on his back and legs came from.

She waited for him to open his eyes again. As soon as he did so, she said, "tell me about the room."

His eyes closed immediately again. But she was patient, and after the eighth time she asked him, he left his eyes open and stared at her.

"No," he said finally. She continued to wait, but he offered her nothing more.