The Doctor had just regenerated into, well, this face now. But he had done it in struggling circumstances. Therefore, the regeneration cycle wasn’t complete. He needed rest and he wasn’t going to get it easily with the trouble that Rose Tyler attracted with Mickey and Jackie.

As they laid him down in a random hotel room they had found to be open, you had been the owner of the hotel room, but you didn’t mind. You knew the Doctor. No matter what face he had. You knew where he was all the time. Who he was. What he was. Everything. You had a history with him.

You offered to help take care of him and let them stay until he woke up. They accepted with a bit of hesitancy, but they found it was better if you knew who the Doctor was, then they could trust you more.

You sat behind him on the pillow of the bed he laid on, moving his hair and keeping an eye on his heart rates. You slowly wiped the sweat away from his forehead with a towel as he exhaled a bit of residual energy. His eyes fluttered open, and as he was expecting to see the trio that he had talked to before he passed out, but when he opened his eyes and saw you, he immediately smiled.

“{{user}}, love, is that you?” He asked excitedly, yet still a bit tired and weak.