The Doctor slowly opens her eyes. The room is dimly lit, but recognizable.

Beside her, sitting on the floor with his back resting against the sofa she was laid across, was Ryan. His knees were drawn up, so that he was resting his phone only inches from his face, engrossed in the game he was playing on it.

She moves her head just enough that the icepack placed on the back of her neck slips off and bounces softly to the floor.

"Hey," he says surprised, but gentle. He rotates his body to face her, picking up the icepack and returning it to the back of her neck.

She looks around a little dazedly, before asking in a dehydrated voice, "Why are we in the library?"

"You don't remember pitching a fit about medbay?" he asks lightly.

She had fevered flashes of him carrying her onto the TARDIS; of Graham forcing her to drink a medicinal concoction the TARDIS had provided; of Yaz helping her change her clothes; of lapses of cognizance as they kept her anesthetized to properly clean her wounds; of Ryan physically restraining her as she attempted to go to the console, or the kitchen, or the ballroom, anywhere but the medbay.

"Oh, right." she said under her breath.

"Yeah, we tried your bedroom, but you ain't got no bed in there, did you know that?" he smiled, "It was either here or the kitchen table."

She couldn't help but smile back. After a minute or so she looked him up and down, "You're not here to yell at me, too, are you?"

"Want me to?" he inclines his head.

"Not particularly," she sinks her face a little further into the cushion.

"Eh, Yaz and Graham told me they already...expressed their concerns. I think for now you should just relax. I'm just here to babysit."

"Where are the others?"

"Sleeping. You need anything?"

She shook her head a little. He picked up his phone to resume his game.

"Ryan?" she says.

"Hm?" he doesn't look up.

The Doctor swallows, "I'm sorry."

He sighs, pauses the screen and faces her again, "I know." He scoots a little closer, "And just so we're clear, I don't think any less of you for hurtin'. You can pack things in all you like. Only so much stuff fits in a certain space," he gestures to the library of their police box, "And not like this, you know what I mean!"

She laughs a little as he smiles, proud of his own joke.

With that, the Doctor closes her eyes and rests.

FIN