He sat on the bed holding Kiam and humming an old Gallifreyan song, until long after the little boy had gone to sleep. He wanted to go to Rose and help Martha but in the state of mind he was in, he would only be in the way. He stood up and pulled back the covers laying Kiam down. He dug the teddy bear out of under the bed and laid it next to him before covering them both up. He sat down on the edge and then changing his mind, sunk to the floor instead where he sat with his knees drawn up to his chest.
"Doctor," He heard Martha say softly and he turned to look at her. The look on her face said it all. He stood up very quickly and stormed across the room at her. She started to back up, fear in her eyes.
"Get out," He hissed at her. "Get off my ship."
"I'm sorry, I did everything..."
"I said get out." He interrupted her, practically screaming, as they entered the control room. He watched her hurry off the Tardis and he followed her and slammed the door behind her. She was lying, she had to be lying. He stormed to the medical bay and then took a deep calming breath before entering the room. Rose was laying on the bed. His stomach flipped at the wound on her side and he covered her up. Covered she looked as though she were asleep. He scanned her with the sonic and then threw it against the wall when he read the results. He fell hard into the chair beside the bed.
"You owe me." He cried out. "I have given you so much, give her back to me." He took her hand and kissed it. "I'm sorry Rose, I am so so sorry." Tears fell anew as he thought of the little boy sound asleep. How was he going to explain this to him? He released her hand and buried his face in his hands crying as he hadn't cried in years.
"Doctor," He heard a voice say softly and he lifted his head quickly to see Rose looking at him through barely opened eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Rose, You you you," He stuttered. He lifted the blanket to see the wound on her stomach surrounded in golden light. He stood up, retrieved his sonic from where it was laying on the floor and headed back over to her. He scanned for the third time that day. She was weak and any attempt to move her could be detrimental but she was alive.
"This can't be," He said more to himself. He scanned her again but the results were the same. "It's impossible." Her eyes started to drift close and he panicked. "Rose, Rose, No don't leave me again."
"Oh Doctor. Do we have to leave? I am so tired." She said sleepily. He smiled sadly and leaned over to kiss her head. He sat there for a while watching her sleep. He scanned her again and saw that she had slipped into a coma. Frustrated he lifted the blanket again to see the wound was no longer glowing and was nearly healed. He didn't understand it.
He recovered her, stood up and headed to the control room before going to the Tardis doors and opening them. He looked out of them to see that the Tardis was parked in Martha's bedroom. She was sitting up in bed, with a book in her hand and a cup of tea beside her. She looked up at him as he stepped out into her room her face full of concern and sadness.
"I'm sorry." He said.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one whose sorry. I did everything I could but it wasn't enough."
"She's alive."
"What? What do you mean she's alive?"
He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her tea. She picked up the cup and handed it to him and he took a small drink before making a face. They had always disagreed on how tea should be made. He handed her back the cup and then went to her kitchen to make his own.
"You didn't answer me." She said standing behind him.
"She's alive." He stared down into the cup in his hands. "I don't know how. I scanned her and she was... well you know. Then she spoke. I scanned her again and she's slipped into a coma but she's alive." He took a long drink and felt the tea warm him. He watched as Martha turned and headed quickly out of the room. It was his turn to follow Martha as she walked onto the Tardis and to the medical bay.
He stood in the doorway as she examined Rose. "I don't understand." She said finally.
"Neither do I." He told her. He sat down in the chair again and Martha pulled up a second one beside him and they passed the rest of the night in silence. He didn't know how, it had to have been from the stress, but he fell asleep at one point with her wrist in his hand, feeling her pulse in through his fingers. When he woke up, he still was holding her wrist, with Martha asleep beside him. He took comfort in the fact that her pulse still felt steady in his hand.