It all happened so fast. One minute, you and the Master were running away from a beast on an unknown planet, the next, you were waking up in the TARDIS infirmary, with the Master wrapping your damaged arm in bandages.

He doesn’t notice you’re awake until he moves to clean a nasty cut on your forehead. You watch as his worried, soft expression shifts into his typical hard one.

“Finally awake I see. See what happens when you don’t do exactly as I say on adventures? You end up hurt. Humans are fragile like that.”

As he scolds you, you can still detect a hint of worry in his voice.