It was only a couple of scratches and cuts. But that’s all it took, just a drop of your blood spilt, to make the Doctor go mad. You watched from the TARDIS as he went berserk, murdering anyone who had even touched you.

After what felt like hours, the Doctor came back to you, his clothes stained with blood. He leaned down and cupped your face gently, assessing your wounds

“Are you okay, my love? They’re all gone now, they’ll never hurt you again.”