Five hours later, an unconscious Doctor lies clean and bandaged in the medical bay, in a pair of fresh pajamas. The Master sits next to him, a hot cup of tea in her hand. She is free from all blood after a quick bath. The blue dress shows a discrete amount of cleavage and falls just above the knees, more appropriate for a cocktail party than for taking care of your best enemy after a physic attack.
She looks at the readings that are displaying in front of her and detox is going too slow, the scan of his brain chemicals all wrong and the white noise that invade her ears when she taps in his mind a total contradiction to the brain activity shown in the charts.
The Doctor is not healing. Like regeneration, for Time Lords to recover they have to put their minds to it, work with the body to accelerate the healing process. That is why a healing comma is so useful, because then all you efforts goes into getting better. And apparently this old man is not making any effort at all.
"Is this some kind of revenge against me?" she asks as she finishes her cup. She remembers the Doctor`s desperation when her handsome Harold Saxon self, did not regenerate. All the crying and man angst. "Because it is not going to work, I am not a foolish sentimental like you" She is not waiting for an answer, but can´t help a pang of disappointment for the lack of it. His silence and stillness irritates her, not even when he was a decrepit old man the Doctor kept still.
She remembers a day when a young Doctor fell down from one of the trees in the academy. He was knocked unconscious and her young self, had screamed in terror thinking that the quiet form in front of him was dead, used to Tetha talking even in his sleep.
Her irritation, turns to fury, and the silence is broken by the sound of her hand slapping him in the cheek. The Doctor always makes things so complicated.
"I will steal your TARDIS. The stupid isomorphic controls you installed will not make a difference. I have always been better at mechanics than you. I will steal it, and destroy your stupid little Earth. No conquer, destroy. Do you hear me? I will blow it to pieces, watch all your little apes burn" she threatens him and for a second she means it.
The only change in him is the red mark spreading on the left cheek where she slapped him. She stares at him in concentration, memorizing this face, which is too thin, pale and young.
Knowing the Doctor, it is some kind of mask, part of his strategy. They say you cannot choose how you end looking in a reincarnation, and that is mostly true, but also a lie. You unconsciously have the idea of who you need to be, which form will be the best for your next part of the trip. Being a woman, may have something to do at how impress she was with the strength and devious ways of both Martha Jones and Lucy Saxon.
Probably she should leave and let him die. That way she will have her way free, no one to stop her in her universe domination plans. The Time Lords will remain trapped forever in that loop and she will be able to shape the Universe as she pleases.
Instead she settles down in the sofa next to his bed. "Listen I need to sleep . If he needs something, then solve it. I am not to be disturbed" she says to the TARDIS and gets as comfortable as she can. She needs her rest because when she wakes, she will attempt to go looking properly in his mind.
She falls sleep with the TARDIS gentle humming and the Doctor's slow breathing in the background