When she finally gets back into the TARDIS, she is covered in blood. Most of it is from the foolish humans that tried to stop her. The rest is the Doctor´s. She is dragging his unconscious form across the room towards the TARDIS. He is to tall to be carried by her small frame even if she does not lack the strength.
The TARDIS closes her doors and immediately takes off by her own. She is surprised the level of independence the machine has, it is extraordinary, but usually everything that the Doctor touches becomes that. The gentle humming of the ship gets louder, trying to reach and comfort her pilot and a few seconds later grows distressed by the lack of answer.
She drops him a unceremoniously on the floor and kneels to examine his injuries. They are few, but those idiots made a number in his hands, a couple of fingers are broken and his wrists and ankles were a mess, from trying to break free from the restraints in the chair he found him. There were some cuts and a small circle burnings along his back, probably made with a cigar, little signs of cruelty. She takes his hand and licks the tip of his index finger, grimaces with the high level of opiates she can taste, the Doctor´s system is override by drugs.
All in all, those are not the injuries she is worried about.
She bites her lip and gently touches his cold face and attempts a mental connection. There is nothing, just white noise, a chilling static which signals no one is home. Or at least no one cares enough to answer.
Mental probes are nasty thing, which was the damn torture device she found the Doctor attached to, being attacked by a physic entity trying to acquire a new body and who thought that the last of the Time Lords was an excellent choice. The stupid apes that live in this little dark planet, adored this alien as a god and were too happy to help.
Apparently the Doctor was trying to help said humans to find a better energy source since theirs was failing and slowly killing all the population, and it was in a dinner held to his honor, where they drugged him, chained him, beat him a little to help with his confusion and offered him to their ethereal god.
So this entity called the God Shadow, by those superstitious and unoriginal wastes of space, tried to wipe the Doctor´s mind by unraveling it. Breaking it in shards, opening every wound he could find with the hope of rendering the Doctor`s consciousness and identity shattered beyond repair, making it easier to control and eventually erased.
The TARDIS had the good sense to materialize just outside the room and the screaming has been deafening. The Doctor was beyond any consciousness, his persona hiding in the deepest parts of his physique and what kept him screaming was pure animal instinct faced with terrible pain.
With her very handy knives, her chosen weapon in this body, she killed the fools that dare to do this to him and with her own screwdriver freed a convulsing, arm flailing Doctor from the machine. Without really thinking what she was doing, she put the probe on her and when this being roared in defiance and with arrogance claim it will have a Time Lady and a Time Lord, she fight it back and obliterate it as viciously as time has allowed. Her telephatic skills have always been superior than the Doctor´s in a good day and with the Doctor hurt, beaten and high as a kite, his odds where not that good. Also it help that the Master is a psychopath so her guilt and remorse, are nothing compared to the Doctor, which has the perfect fuel for this particular torture.
(She has her regrets. All concerning to the foolish man she was rescuing)
She shakes her head, trying to dispel the image of the Doctor´s wide open eyes, no recognition in them as he snarl at her like a wild animal when she tried to touch him, his floppy hair sticked to his bony face with blood and sweat. The Master has always been practical when not showing off. She knocked him unconscious, not feeling the satisfaction she may have found in other occasion in smacking her fellow Time Lord.
What follows was the predictable sequence of events, the humans tried to stop her, rambling about some prophecy and the Doctor being their savior. She killed all of them, her knives and technique, flawless and merciless, with not joy at all, efficient and cold. When she is done with pulling the Doctor back to the living, she will come back and burn the whole fucking planet.
For now, she has to get him to the infirmary.
"Why do you have to be so tall? You are like a giraffe seriously" she points at the still silent man accusingly. "Oi, help me get him to the infirmary" she asks to the TARDIS. "I need to detox him and see if after that I can reach him"
The TARDIS complies with a little mobile bed and the door of the infirmary the nearest it could be materialized. She slowly drags the unconscious man towards the bed.
"Tall, skinny and heavy as a rock. I bet you feed from biscuits, bananas and jelly babies" she exclaims and pauses a second to take a deep breathe, to focus in the next steps.
To keep herself calm.
She is worried that if the Doctor is hiding to deep, she may not be able to find him, bring him back. Or if that she finds him, he will be too far gone. When she step inside the room where he was being held, she saw many time lines and one of them contain a dark broken Doctor, unstoppable and raving mad. And if that comes to be, she and the whole Universe are pretty much done.
With a grunt , she finally gets him on the rolling bed, arms and legs dangling from it. She looks at the ruined bow tie in his neck and with steady fingers takes it away, keeping it in her coat`s pockets. She then finds the pulses of two beating hearts, slow and steady.
"For Rassilon, you are truly a pain in the ass" she says, voice too soft to be really annoyed as she rolls him inside the infirmary.