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The Time War had been terrible, Rose knew. She also knew that the Doctor was still suffering from the memories of his planet burning, and the loss of his people. She couldn't even begin to imagine just how lonely the Doctor must feel at times. He had told her that when Gallifrey was still there, he could sense his people in his head. Rose had no idea of what it was like of course, she was not Gallifreyan, she wasn't special or anything, but she tried her best to ease the Doctor's pain. Sometimes though, she could see a glimpse of his sadness in his eyes, when he saw something that remided him of his lost planet. She had sworn then, that she'd always be there for her Doctor.
And there were times when the Doctor had nightmares. When he was in his previous regeneration, all big ears and leather jacket, Rose had heard him cry one night. The TARDIS had led her to his room for the first time, and she timidly held him until the Doctor had clung to her. Then she had held him closer and tried to soothe him.
Today was the second time she heard the Doctor crying, and it was breaking her heart. She got out of her room, and saw that the TARDIS had moved his room right next to hers. Without a second of hesitation, Rose slowly opened the door of the Doctor's room. The Time Lord was curled up on his bed, his back to her. She tiptoed her way to his bed and sat next to him. He looked up at her.
"I'm sorry, Rose."
"Shh," was her whispered reply. She gently ran her fingers on his temple in an attempt to soothe him. It seemed to work, as his sobs died down slowly. She kissed his forehead and held his hand through the night.
It was one of the rare nights when the Doctor didn't have nightmares.