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Chapter 2
Martha pushed the door to the infirmary open and half carried the Doctor into the room.
Only a few weeks had passed since the Doctor had taken her to Durelia for their first date.
Since then, they had travelled the universe like they'd always done. They had saved a few planets and civilisations, stopped an alien race from invading Earth in the 17th century and done a lot of running. And they had also been on a few dates or spent the evening in the TARDIS cuddling on the couch and watching movies. Martha had found out that the Doctor could be quite romantic if he wanted to be. They were getting closer with every passing day and she loved every minute they spent together.
In the morning of that day they had landed in a small human colony in the 28th century. The planet was ruled by alien creatures which had arrived on the planet a few years ago. The colony was far away from Earth so they couldn't count on any help from there. The Doctor and Martha had decided to help the colonists to get their freedom back. They had managed to force the aliens to leave the planet but before all of them had left, one of the creatures had attacked the Doctor. The colonists had shot the creature but that was after the Doctor had been injured. The colonists had helped Martha to get the injured Time Lord back to the TARDIS, and Martha helped the Doctor to lie down on one of the beds in the infirmary. He was panting heavily because of the pain. One of the 7 inch long claws of the creature was still stuck in his chest; the colonists had cut it off after they had shot the creature because they didn't want to injure him any further by pulling it out.
Martha grabbed a pair of scissors to cut his shirt open. "Let's get you out of your clothes," she said.
"I was really looking forward to hearing these words from you, but this is not how I imagined it would happen," the Doctor replied. Martha couldn't suppress a grin.
"I need to get the claw out. Are there any painkillers or an anaesthetic you could take?" she asked him while she was cutting his shirt open. He had once told her that he was allergic to painkillers and most anaesthetics wouldn't work on a Time Lord, but she hoped that he had some alien painkillers in the TARDIS that would work. She didn't even want to think about extracting the claw while he was awake and feeling the pain she was putting him through.
"No," he said. "I could put myself into a coma but I don't think that will be necessary. I'd rather stay awake."
"It's going to hurt very much," Martha told him.
"Oh, I think I can take it," he replied.
"Doctor, I can't extract the claw while I know that I'm causing you pain." Martha told him.
He pushed himself up on his elbows so he could see her face better. "Sorry, I didn't think of that."
Martha pushed him back down gently. "So you'll put yourself into a coma?" she asked. He nodded.
...
It took Martha nearly an hour to get the claw out of his chest and treat the injury properly. When he woke up a few hours later Martha was sitting next to his bed holding his hand.
"Hi," she said when he opened his eyes. He smiled at her. "How do you feel?"
"I've been worse," he answered. Martha reached out and wiped a few strands of damp hair from his forehead.
"You'll have to take it easy for a while. No running or saving planets in the next few weeks."
"Doctor's orders?" he asked her.
"Yes," she said, trying to look stern. "And you'd better follow them, understood?"
"I'm probably going die of boredom," he said, whining.
"Well, at least you'll have really nice company," she said.
"That's true," he grinned. After a few seconds of silence he whispered: "Kiss me, please."
"Gladly," she replied. She leaned down to him to press her lips against his.
...
The next morning Martha helped the Doctor back to his room. He still couldn't get up for longer than a few minutes, but he was stable enough so he didn't need to stay in the infirmary all the time and Martha figured that he would be more comfortable in his own bed. Fortunately the claw hadn't injured any internal organs and Time Lords healed a lot faster than humans, so Martha expected him to be fully fit again in less than two weeks.
Martha spent most of her time sitting at his bedside but he was developing a bad mood during the day so after a very quiet lunch she decided to leave him alone for the rest of the day. The last time she had seen him like this had been back when they'd been stuck in 1969 without the TARDIS. He had spent most of his time working on his timey-wimey detector and hadn't talked much. He just couldn't stand having nothing to do and now that he was stuck in bed it was even worse. In 1969 he could at least walk around outside but now there was nothing else to do than read books or talk to her. Martha had to admit that she'd hoped he would now appreciate her company more than he'd done in 1969.
In the evening Martha made some dinner for herself and the Doctor, and decided to take it to his room so they could eat together.
When she walked into his room she found the Time Lord lying in bed and staring at the ceiling with an open book next to him.
"How do you feel?" she asked, closing the door behind her.
"I'm fine," he said, pushing himself up on his elbows and giving a groan of pain in the process. Martha put the tray down and rushed to his side to help him sit up in bed. She rearranged his pillows to support his back and than walked back to get the tray.
"Do you feel like talking to me now?" she asked him calmly but she couldn't quite keep the edge of anger out of her voice.
"Yeah," he said. "I'm sorry about earlier. I know you just want to make things easier for me but instead of making the best of the situation and enjoying your company I just wallowed in self-pity."
Martha looked at him in surprise. She wasn't used to him apologizing for anything he did. The only other time he'd ever apologized to her for anything had been on their first date a few weeks ago.
She smiled and leaned down to kiss him on the lips. "It's okay," she said. "I know how much you hate being stuck." She sat down on the edge of the bed with her own tray on her lap.
"So, what have you been up to the last few hours?" he asked her.
"I've been in the library," she said. "And my sister called. She told me about some bloke she'd met…"
They spent the rest of the evening talking. Martha lay on the bed next to him and told him about her childhood and everything that had happened in her life before she had met him.
Before they both went to sleep, Martha in bed next to him, she realised that he now knew almost everything about her but she didn't knew much about him. He never talked about his past or his homeworld. It was kind of impressive how much he could talk without actually saying anything.
But she didn't worry much about it. She was sure that he would tell her about his past when he was ready to talk about it.
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