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This was not in the plan.
Oh, yes, she's ecstatic that the girl has returned. If she were human, she would be jumping up and down and squealing like they seem to do when they get excited—or is that just the young ones? Regardless, this is fantastic and almost perfect.
Almost, because he wasn't supposed to see her before she could bring the girl here. She did the best she could, singing as loudly as she dared in the girl's mind to try and wake some dormant memories in her subconscious, but it would be so much easier if they were here where she could watch them directly instead of monitoring the situation through their thoughts.
She would be able to speak to him more directly then and tell him everything he lost instead of letting him wade through the half-memories alone. The drug was still running through him and it was doing its best to suppress his memories of her, but he hasn't even realized that yet.
Finally, he's opening her doors and bringing the girl inside. The companion follows after, worry all over her face because he won't say anything, hasn't said anything since the girl fainted. It's not her fault she doesn't know what's going on; nobody ever told her this part of his history. Maybe later she can direct her to a photo album or hologram, something to explain because from the looks of it, he's in no shape to explain anything, let alone a part of his past that he just remembered.
She can't worry about that now, though, because he's calling her and he's terrified. What-happened-why-do-I-know-not-know-her-who-is-she-what-is-she-are-we-HOW-DID-I-LOSE-HER?
She sends back a wave of calm, everything will be explained if he can just breathe for a moment. The companion is confused and the girl needs to be taken to the medical bay, now. She will tell him everything after that.
He is still wild eyed and confused, but he manages to convince the companion that he will be fine, or at least that he needs to be alone to take care of the girl. It's all for the best that she stay away for a while; she likes this companion, but she wouldn't understand this and would keep distracting both of them with questions that should wait until later.
He carries the girl to the medical bay, just a short walk because she knows that he would never manage a longer one, and lays her down on a pristine hospital bed, all crisp blue sheets and perfectly fluffed pillow. He's running on autopilot now, completing tasks that he remembers from past injuries his old companions have sustained. He has someone to take care of, and his own pain can wait.
He never learned to put himself first.
He reaches for a scanner, but his trembling hand knocks it to the floor. The sound brings him back to himself and he starts to think again, , over and over again.
Stop, she tells him. Stop, let me explain.
And she does, reminding him of all the good times and the bad times, how they met and how they changed, Christmases and dinners and chips and parents, fighting and running and saving the world time and time again. She tells him about the daleks, about the Bad Wolf, about the cybermen and the other boy saving the universe twice over. She tells him about Pete Tyler, both versions, and she tells him about the last time they saw her family. She tells him everything, leaving nothing out, returning to him all of the time that he never know he lost.
She doesn't want to tell him the last bit, how he lost her, but he insists with grim determination, needing to know what happened so he can ensure that it never happens again.
So she tells him about the Reformatory, about the scientists who ran it and their so-called patients. She tells him about their moral Code and how they impress it upon anyone who thinks that it's wrong. She tells him about how they took the girl, and how they drugged him to take away his memories. She doesn't know the whole thing, but it's enough to break the drug's hold and he remembers the rest himself.
My-fault-her-pain-is-my-fault-how-could-I-do-this-let-this-happen-she-would-be-safer-away-but-I-can't-leave-bad-bad-me-must-let-her-go-can't-do-it…
No, he's wrong. He never meant to let this happen to her, tried as hard as he could to save her.
Not-hard-enough-she-deserves-better-better-than-me-safer-she-can-live-happily-I-won't-be-happy-love-her-no-can't-love-must-let-her-go…
She needs him, he's the only one who can help her.
Always-others-hospitals-no-not-hospitals-bad-luck-in-hospitals-somewhere-safe-they-can-help-her-heal-her-I'm-not-safe…
The girl moans and flutters her eyes open, and that's then end of that argument.