Martha hummed silently to herself as she made her way across the UNIT base to the hospital that she worked. It was her first day back after taking a week off to spend with her boyfriend, Mickey. The two of them had spent the week in Paris, not that they saw much of it expect the hotel room. Still it had been a wonderful week and she was sorry to see it end. Mickey had gone back to Cardiff last night to return to his job at Torchwood with a promise that he would be back soon. Martha thought about quitting UNIT to join him. She was positive all she had to do was ask and Jack would give her a job without question. She loved her job at UNIT, though, and would miss working in the hospital.
"Good morning Doctor Jones," Adam greeted her as she walked through the door. Adam worked as a nurse and was on overnights for the next few weeks. Not that the hospital needed it usually. Most of their work was during the day stitching wounds or setting broken bones. They also tended to patients who needed surgery or were sick enough to stay in the hospital for a few days. Those patients were rarer though and often times got transferred to London if they needed long-term care.
"Good morning," She responded as she headed to her office. Doctor Seth Walker was waiting for her in her office. He was almost twice her age and had resented her when she first came on board. In the end, she had won him over and now she had a good working relationship with him. "Good morning Seth," She told him cheerfully.
"Morning Martha. I see the vacation agreed with you. Did you have fun?" He wondered.
"I did," She replied. Together they went over the handoff from night to day. There was one patient currently staying in the hospital, but they were expected to be released later in the day. Overall the week she had been gone had been relatively quiet and normal. Seth left for the morning and Martha made herself a cup of coffee as she started on her paperwork. It was about an hour later when she heard the familiar noise of the TARDIS. Jumping to her feet, she rushed out of the office and across the hall. Opening the door, she could see the TARDIS materializing in the hallway just outside of her office. It was a horrible spot for the Doctor to park and she was going to get him to move it if he planned on staying for any length of time. Still it would be good to see him as it had been months since he had helped them move the Earth back to its rightful place and she was beginning to doubt she would ever see him again.
"Doctor," She called through the door as it failed to open. Her key to the TARDIS still hung on the chain around her neck and she pulled it out, opening the door. The TARDIS was colder than normal and Martha pulled her sweater closer to herself as she made her way inside. Her heart dropped as she came across the Doctor's ripped trousers on the floor next to a few drops of blood. "Doctor, it's me, Martha. Are you alright?" She called out as she picked up his trousers and took them with her. He wasn't in the control room, but it was possible that if he was hurt he was in the medi-bay. She made her way towards it, laying the trousers on the captain's chair as she passed it.
"Doctor," she called out again, hoping that he would answer her. As she headed down the corridor, she saw that the door on the right was opened. She went into it, stopping in her tracks as she saw the Doctor laying on the floor. She barely recognized the skeletal figure. Not only was he skeletal, he was filthy with a full beard. His hair was long and messy his eyes looked sunken into his head. His suit topped was ripped and he was still trouserless with blood on his thighs. His legs had cuts and bruises along them in various degrees of healing and she was sure she would find the same beneath his ripped jacket. Not that he seemed to notice as he pulled a small bag out of his pocket, trying to hand it up to her.
"Please Martha, I need it," he begged her, his voice hoarse and barely understandable. Martha reached down taking the bag in her hand. The powder in the bag was an off white color with blue crystals in it. She didn't have to be a doctor to know that it was some sort of drug. She just couldn't believe that it was the Doctor begging her for it. She stuck it in her pocket as she stared down at him.
"I think you've had enough," Martha told him softly.
"Give it back to me," He hissed as anger filled his eyes.
"I'm not going to give it back. You are killing yourself and I am not going to stand by and watch you die," Martha informed him sternly. The Doctor tried to lunge at her, but he didn't make it very far. He collapsed to the ground again.
"Please Martha," He sobbed as he reached up towards her pocket.
"No," Martha responded, pulling out her phone she dialed Adam's number. He answered it on the second ring.
"Yes, Doctor Jones?" He questioned immediately.
"Adam. I need you to bring a gurney to the blue police box that is sitting outside of my office. We have a new patient," Martha told him.
"I'll be right there," Adam responded hanging up. Whether or not he found the request strange, he didn't say. Martha leaned down, getting as close as she dared to the Doctor. He was still bleeding and needed to be tended to, but he was also clearly distraught over her taking the drugs and she wasn't sure if he would lash out at her again.
"Doctor, my nurse Adam is on his way here. We are going to take you into the hospital and get you cleaned up," Martha informed him. The Doctor glared at her again.
"I don't need your help," He spat. It was obvious to her that was a lie and she wasn't sure whether or not he believed it.
"Then why did you bring the TARDIS here?" She questioned him.
"I didn't. She came here on her own," The Doctor hissed.
"Well then obviously she disagrees with you as well," Martha told him.
"Doctor Jones?" Adam's voice called from the main control room.
"Down here," She replied going to the doorway. Adam came into view with the gurney along with two of the daytime nurses. They were looking around the TARDIS puzzled by its size but knowing they had a job to do they hurried towards her. They brought the gurney into the kitchen and set to work. The Doctor fought them as they got him off the floor and onto it. He kicked, screamed and clawed at the nurses. Martha rushed to the medi-bay and returned a moment later with restraints. They quickly restrained him to the gurney to stop him from hurting himself or them as they wheeled him off the TARDIS. As they entered the control room, Martha heard her phone ring. She looked at the caller ID, not surprised to see Jack's number. He had been scanning for the TARDIS from Torchwood ever since they landed again and would have known immediately when the Doctor landed at UNIT.
"I'm kind of busy Jack," Martha said as she answered the phone.
"So he is actually there?" Jack questioned happily.
"Yes, but he is in bad shape and I have to tend to him," Martha informed Jack.
"How bad?" Jack wondered, all the happiness gone from his voice. Martha didn't have to answer as the Doctor did it for her.
"You can't fucking do this to me," The Doctor yelled in the background as they wheeled him off the TARDIS.
"Is that him?" Jack asked trying to remember if he ever heard the Doctor swear before.
"Yes," Martha answered.
I'm on my way," Jack told her.
"Jack," Martha started to tell him no, but Jack hung up on her before she could. It was normally a three-hour drive from Cardiff to London so Martha expected that she would see Jack in two. She pushed that thought aside as she followed the Doctor out of the TARDIS and into one of the hospital rooms. Her nurses carefully transferred him to the bed, restraining him again as he fought them. Martha grabbed a pair of scissors and a clean syringe as she yelled orders at them. Soon the Doctor was completely naked and Martha could see bruising along his chest and stomach as well. She could count all of his ribs and his stomach was slightly distended. She took a vial of blood and passed it to the nurse to run to the lab. They needed to find out what drugs they were dealing with so that she could treat him.
"Let me go. You can't treat me like this. I refuse to let you," The Doctor screamed at them as he pulled on the restraints. Martha put her hand up stopping their treatment of him.
"Doctor listen to me," Martha snapped at him. He went still for a moment, glaring up at her with all the fury of the Oncoming Storm. "You are in no shape to go anywhere. If you leave here now, I can guarantee you that you are going to end up in the morgue within a week. Do you want that because I sure as hell don't and I am not going to let you die. Why you thought it was a good idea to take drugs in the first place is beyond me, but you and I are going to discuss it at length once you are clean. Now fight me all you want but I will have you declared mentally incompetent to make that decision. Now can I treat you or do I have to go above your head?"
"Go to hell," The Doctor spat. Martha picked up a blanket from the end of the bed and covered him with it.
"Alright." Martha turned to her nurse, Amanda. "Keep an eye on him a moment. I am going to review his paperwork and see if he has a next of kin filled out. Don't let anyone touch him until I get back."
"Yes Martha," Amanda responded. Martha left the room, hurrying to find the Doctor's files. He had worked for UNIT in the past and, therefore, would have had to fill out a medical information card. On the way she pulled out her phone, calling Seth back into work. He would be able to declare the Doctor mentally incompetent of making the decision about his treatment and then once she had the next of kin's permission, they could continue to try to save his life.