Sorry this is so short! I'll post more as soon as I can.

The Doctor dropped down beside Martha, his hearts beating a frantic tattoo in his chest. He felt a wave of something overcome him, something primal. How dare they harm what was *his* to protect. Eyes narrowed, his face a hard mask, he lifted the sonic, pointing it at their pursuers. A cacophony of explosions and screams filled the air as the weapons the men were carrying began to explode in their hands. Using the precious few seconds gained, the Doctor turned and frantically ran the final few steps to the Tardis. Martha lolled heavily against him as he held her to his side and grabbed the Tardis key, frantically shoving it into the lock, and then used their combined weight to push the Tardis door open. After placing Martha gently on the floor, he rushed to the controls and quickly put the Tardis in flight to the vortex They faded from view just as their pursuers finally reached them.

Now that they were safe, the doctor turned his attention to Martha. She'd been shot in the the left side, just below the ribcage. The energy weapon had cauterized the edges of the wound, but she had fallen unconscious from the pain. Even in her unconscious state, she moaned occasionally, sweat pouring down her face. He gathered her limp body into his arms and hurriedly carried her to the medical bay. When he arrived, he placed her on a bed and proceeded to cleanse the gaping hole, trying to be as gentle as possible. She still occasionally moaned from the pain, even in her unconscious state. A short while later, the Doctor finally had the wound treated and bandaged and had given her a broad spectrum antibiotic to help prevent infection. He sat in the chair beside her bed, anxiously waiting for her to awaken. The events of the day finally caught up with the worn out Time Lord, and he fell into an uneasy sleep.

Martha slowly awoke to find the Doctor sitting next to her, sound asleep in the chair by her bed. She smiled at the image he made, but then winced and gasped in pain as she attempted to sit up. The Doctor was instantly on his feet and checking on her. "Just take it easy." He told her. "Water?" She hoarsely asked him. He left for a moment and then came back with a small glass of water, helping her to sit up and drink. When she finished, he laid her back down gently and held her hand. "Now you just rest all right?" She nodded at him "All right," she nodded, drifting back to sleep. The Doctor sank back into the chair at her side. 'She's fine! She just needs time to heal.' There was absolutely no reason for his hearts to still be hammering away in his chest or for his hands to be shaking. But he knew there was. He'd almost lost her. If the energy beam had penetrated just a little higher, it would have hit her heart. And unlike him, Martha didn't regenerate. 'I almost lost her,' it was a silent mantra running through his head. "I can't lose you, Martha! I won't!" He didn't realize he'd spoken the last words aloud until her voice got his attention. "Doctor?" She called groggily. He startled and looked down at her. "Martha! Rassilon, I'm so sorry! Look, you need to rest, and I'll only keep you awake with my nattering" With that, he bolted out of the medical bay, leaving Martha to ponder on his words as she was pulled back into a healing sleep.