[A/N: Okay, fairly short chapter, this one. Don't get out the pitchforks just yet though. The 11th and final chapter will be a BIGGY, with plenty of action, adventure and whump for all involved. Until then, enjoy this and a big thank you to everyone who has stuck through the story this far. xoxoxox ]

The Doctor simply watched on, not saying anything, not daring to move, for fear of being sick again. Already he had a pounding lump on his noggin, which was only adding to the radiating pain he felt, as his Time Lord metabolism quickly burnt off the excess morphine in his system.
"Now would be the perfect time to finally fix the heating", Amy hinted to The Doctor chidingly. She was working hard, rubbing the blankets against The Master's limbs, coaxing the body from stasis and into regeneration. The Doctor simply blew out a long breath. There was visible sweat glistening from his forehead and Amy accepted he'd be no use just now. Thankfully, Rory's temperature was regularising, goose bumps disappearing. He got up and disappeared back up the staircase to get anything that might help, returning soon, with the space heater from his and Amy's bedroom and a duvet. In no time at all he had the duvet spread over The Master and the space heater running full blast next to him. Rory then placed the ice back on The Doctor's injured head. The fact that The Doctor currently had a climbing body temperature, despite having ice held to his head was not a good sign. The ponds had one Time Lord that needed urgently to be heated up, while the other needed to be cooled down, or else his brain would fry.
"Amy, I think the infection is spreading to The Doctor's brain. He's much too hot." Rory considered. It was then that The Doctor started to convulse. Rory quickly moved away from the Time Lord and all the Ponds could do was watch as The Doctor's body seized violently. Rory grimaced each time The Doctor's head injury re-connected with the railing and made an attempt to move The Doctor out of harm's way, but was welcomed in his actions with a kick to the face from the thrashing Time Lord.

When the convulsions finally ended, The Doctor just lay there with his eyes open. Rory waved a hand experimentally in front of The Doctor's gaze, but the Time Lord didn't even blink. He then checked The Doctor over with the stethoscope once again. His vitals were threatening to go completely out the window at any moment. Rory certainly didn't want to have to revive the Doctor all over again. Instead he similarly began tugging at The Doctor and dragging him the same way he had just done for the Master. He took The Doctor into The Master's cell and laid him down on the floor, careful to lay his head down gently.
First Rory removed The Doctor's tweed jacket, putting it around his own shoulders, took off The Doctor's bow-tie, unclipped his suspenders, then unbuttoned and removed his shirt. The aggressive cooling did seem to be having an effect on The Doctor. The Time Lord had closed his eyes and grown more relaxed, taking more steady breaths, forming vaporous clouds of breath in the ice cold air.
Being human, Rory could barely stand the climate in that cell any longer. Deciding The Doctor should be okay for a little bit he entered the TARDIS again to check on Amy and The Master.

The Master was still as stone. Amy had seemingly given up on rubbing him warm and simply sat there, gazing oddly at the figure on the floor. Rory crouched down and put a hand to one of The Master's feet.
Warm.
 Toes, warm.
Legs, warm.
His Fingers, hands, chest, neck and face were also all warm.
"Amy. Why isn't anything happening yet?" Rory asked his befuddled Wife.
"How should I know? All The Doctor told us was to warm him up", she replied.
"Aaaaaaahhh!" sounded an agonizing scream from the prison cell.
"Doctor", Amy and Rory both said in unison. In a flash they were both on their feet and running towards their imperilled alien friend.

Splayed out on the floor and arching his back was The Doctor. His long fingers curled tightly in agonizing pain, forcing his fingernails into the ice covered floor, causing wounds that seeped blood across the icy ground. Amy gasped first at the extreme cold, but then at the sight of her Raggedy Doctor in so much pain. This wasn't supposed to happen. Panic and Adrenaline filled her, causing her heart to ache in her chest as it fluttered rapidly. She sat down, next to him, placing a hand on his stomach, rubbing soothing circles and making gentle shushing noises. Rory tried to ask The Doctor what was happening, but was only answered with more ear-piercing screams. Amy grimaced and took The Doctor's bloody hands in hers, now rubbing them in an attempt to calm her distressed Time Lord. Rory took it upon himself to sedate The Doctor with more morphine. He also took The Doctor's jacket off himself and let his wife wear it instead. Amy gave him a grateful kiss on the lips, which lasted a few seconds, before they both pulled away and looked knowingly into each other's eyes. They were both having an extremely rough time, but they had one another.

Soon The Doctor was calm and seemingly out of any pain, breathing even. Amy smiled down at the quietened Time Lord and stroked his chin. "He feels awfully cold now", Amy realised aloud. Rory checked for himself and confirmed The Doctor was now well out of the danger zone and it safe to move him back into the TARDIS.
It was then that they heard sounds in the distance. The Daleks had found out how The Doctor and his companions had finally come on board again and were making their way to The Master's icy cell. The companions realised this and made haste, making doubly sure the doors were shut behind them.

The Doctor stirred as his companions carried his long body and laid him down next to The Master. It seemed to soothe him further to be lying down next to a fellow Time Lord and be inside his much loved TARDIS. Embracing one another, Amy and Rory watched on as The Doctor rolled over slightly in his doped out state and absentmindedly curled a hand around The Master's limp palm.