On Your Doorstep

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On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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[not_a_hero10]

"You can if you'd like, if it makes you feel better." The Doctor smiles and walks over to his cabinets and draws up a syringe of antibiotics and some mild pain medication. "So, do I want to know why you're like this?"

[welldressedevil]

"I can't think of one sorry I've lost the knack," Malcolm says softly. Then for a second he goes quiet as he thinks over what happened tonight. "I confronted the man who murdered my wife....I let him go."

[not_a_hero10]

The Doctor gives Malcolm the cocktail he'd just drawn up. "That's an antibiotic and some pain medicine. I'm going to clean your arm and try to set it, just try and relax." He says knowing it's much easier said than done.

[welldressedevil]

Malcolm takes a deep breath and nods. "Do what you need to do Doctor. I trust you."

[not_a_hero10]

It takes almost an hour for the Doctor to set and immobilize Malcolm's arm and shoulder. He'd drawn more than a few cries of pain in doing so but he'd managed to get it all finished before his accelerated healing did the rest. It would probably be a good 24-48 hours before he was healed enough to move around easily. "Do you want me to wrap your ribs are you okay with how they are?" He asked softly, dabbing Malcolm's forehead with a damp cool cloth.

[welldressedevil]

"Leave them be," Malcolm says softly, "I don't think I can take much more pain tonight. Thank you Doctor." Malcolm manages a tight smile, "I'm sure you are tired of patching me up."

[not_a_hero10]

"It's not my favorite thing to do, but it is something I will always be willing to do. I'm sorry that it hurt so much." He said softly before drawing up some more potent pain medication. "This will help and allow you a chance to rest." He said giving him the shot and then draping a blanket over him to keep him warm.

[welldressedevil]

"It's a good hurt," Malcolm says softly, "I deserve this hurt....I learned things tonight...things about myself I didn't like. So many bad choices Doctor...so many,"

[not_a_hero10]

"No one deserves this kind of hurt." The Doctor whispers softly to him and running a hand through his sweaty hair. "We can worry about your mistakes later, Malcolm. Rest now, heal. I'll be right here keeping watch." He soothed knowing that sleep and time would help him feel so much better physically. His mental wounds however, those may never fully heal. That didn't mean that he wouldn't try though.

[welldressedevil]

Malcolm drifted off into an uneasy sleep caught in the grip of a nightmare 20 years in the making. He sees his wife's death over and over helpless to stop it.

[not_a_hero10]

The Doctor shushes him softly, as best he can. It's obvious his sleep is anything but restful but there's little that the Time Lord can do to ease his mental anguish. So he sat beside his bed and stroked his hair and waited patiently.

[welldressedevil]

Malcolm woke after a few hour his hand reaching for the Doctor with a soft cry. "Rebecca...Tommy..."

[not_a_hero10]

"Shh...shh..it's alright." The Doctor comforts him as he wakes up. It wasn't nearly enough rest but nightmares were not restful either. "You alright?"

[welldressedevil]

"I'm still in pain which is good I guess," Malcolm joked, "it means I'm still alive and tonight really happened."

[not_a_hero10]

"Yeah it did. Do you need anything, more pain medicine or maybe some water?"

[welldressedevil]

"Water please." Malcolm asks softly, "my mouth is so dry."

[not_a_hero10]

The Doctor gets up from the chair beside the bed and goes to get a glass of water for Malcolm. "Here." He said helping him sit up so he could drink it.

[welldressedevil]

Malcolm drinks deeply and relaxes a bit. "Thank you," he says, "it was an emotional night tonight."

[not_a_hero10]

"Yeah, it was." The Doctor observes. "I'm sorry it had to happen, but maybe it's best this way. Rebecca can finally rest and you can maybe have closure now. Move on."

[welldressedevil]

"I'll never fully move on," Malcolm says, "she sank into my soul in such a way she'll never completely leave me. She was very much like Rose in that way."

[not_a_hero10]

The Doctor gives a very weak smile. "Good old Rose....." He looks so very sad for a moment before smiling at Malcolm. "We'll never forget them, but we have to let them go."

[welldressedevil]

"The hardest part is letting go," Malcolm says nodded, "your heart doesn't want to but your brain knows you should."

[not_a_hero10]

The Doctor nods and runs his fingers through Malcolm's hair. "It will be alright. We can get through this together."

[welldressedevil]

Malcolm turns into the touch gently. "You never answered my question. What were you doing in the garden?"

[not_a_hero10]

"Oh, I came by to say hi but you weren't home. So I came back inside and worked on a few things. Lost track of time." He grins. "I haven't seen you in a month or so."