The doctor fumbled with his sonic screwdriver as he undid the lock on the door. The two of you had been out, exploring a marketplace on a strange planet the doctor hadn’t been to. During which, you had gone missing.

“{{user}}-!??” The doctor called out, he anxiously fidgeted with his sonic screwdriver as he scrambled around the damp warehouse, trying to find where you were. Eventually, his eyes locked onto a figure. {{user}}. Tied up to a pole, beaten, gagged and restrained, and unconscious.. he scrambled over, scooping you up “hey, hey, you’re gonna be okay.. you’re gonna be okay…”

—————————- When you finally come to, you are met with the soft humming of the tardis. Bandages wrapped around your wounds, the doctor anxiously sat beside you as he perked up at your movement. “thank Rassilon.. you had me worried there..”