In general, Martha Jones wasn't a person to walk away from someone who was hurting. She has often gotten reprimanded by Dr. Stoker for staying too long with patients, and the concern had been one that the Doctor had shared, and had yelled at her for as well. Now that she was standing here with this man looking at her like this, it happened again and Martha didn't couldn't just take off running away from him as fast as her legs would sprint.
But she didn't leave, and she didn't look away as he looked at her like that. Without even realizing she was doing it, Martha's thumb moved the crimson ring around her finger, a nervous gesture she'd been doing since it was placed there. As her finger traced the metal, the realization was growing that there weren't any diamonds on it.
Tom's ring would have them.
His breaking the silence drew her attention back to him, and Martha blinked to see the panic in his eyes, and how desperate he looked despite the way in which his voice was level. Alright, she would listen. Her eyes focused on his as he continued, but then they went wide with shock, confusion and concern. There were things that some people would know, obviously. People aboard the Valiant would know about her walking the Earth, but the way he said 'see her' was so like the way that Martha herself had said it.
And the only person who should have remembered her saying it like that was Tish. Her eyes went wider when he mentioned her scar, and Martha pressed her palm to it, people didn't know about it, not really. The thing that threw her the most, however, out of anything this man said was about her shoes. No one knew that, no one but Tom and even then he didn't realize how bad it had been.
He knew her. She couldn't deny that. He knew her and he was bleeding and he was asking for time. If you want time just ask me for it! Hearing her own voice from a memory she didn't recall was nothing in the overview of what was happening. There was something familiar about him, and he knew her and he looked like she was killing him. Maybe she was. Two steps forward were taken, and Martha held out the wand to him slowly, releasing it with a breath.
"Alright, I'll stay. You know me. But fix your arm first, I don't want you to be in anymore pain because of me than this." She took another step forward then, and placed a hand on his sleeve, wanting to see how badly he was damaged.
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But she didn't leave, and she didn't look away as he looked at her like that. Without even realizing she was doing it, Martha's thumb moved the crimson ring around her finger, a nervous gesture she'd been doing since it was placed there. As her finger traced the metal, the realization was growing that there weren't any diamonds on it.
Tom's ring would have them.
His breaking the silence drew her attention back to him, and Martha blinked to see the panic in his eyes, and how desperate he looked despite the way in which his voice was level. Alright, she would listen. Her eyes focused on his as he continued, but then they went wide with shock, confusion and concern. There were things that some people would know, obviously. People aboard the Valiant would know about her walking the Earth, but the way he said 'see her' was so like the way that Martha herself had said it.
And the only person who should have remembered her saying it like that was Tish. Her eyes went wider when he mentioned her scar, and Martha pressed her palm to it, people didn't know about it, not really. The thing that threw her the most, however, out of anything this man said was about her shoes. No one knew that, no one but Tom and even then he didn't realize how bad it had been.
He knew her. She couldn't deny that. He knew her and he was bleeding and he was asking for time. If you want time just ask me for it! Hearing her own voice from a memory she didn't recall was nothing in the overview of what was happening. There was something familiar about him, and he knew her and he looked like she was killing him. Maybe she was. Two steps forward were taken, and Martha held out the wand to him slowly, releasing it with a breath.
"Alright, I'll stay. You know me. But fix your arm first, I don't want you to be in anymore pain because of me than this." She took another step forward then, and placed a hand on his sleeve, wanting to see how badly he was damaged.