dreamtofbeing: Close-up of David Tennant, young, wearing glasses, looking surprised. (surprise)
WARNING: This thread contains descriptions of past abuse and a fictional character's PTSD triggers, as well as his reaction to them.

The Torchwood Hub is a big place, and at night, it can feel more than a little like a haunted castle.

This isn't the first time the Doctor has thought this. )
dreamtofbeing: David Tennant walking towards the camera, turned sideways. Wearing aviators. (aviators)
There are quite a few hospitals scattered across the greater Cardiff area, and voluntarily or not, the Doctor knows most of them. He's been a patient in the three most central ones, and has been to most of the ones in more outlying regions, either for outpatient care or to visit somebody. So when he received a three-am-phone call from Spire Hospital earlier that night, the shrill ring of the telephone jerking both him and the Master awake, it took him a few moments to figure out that apparently, there is a hospital in Cardiff that had so far evaded his attention.

The reasons for his ignorance became clear . . . )
dreamtofbeing: David Tennant walking towards the camera, turned sideways. Wearing aviators. (aviators)
It's raining.

Usually, the Doctor doesn't mind the rain so much. Granted, this is less by choice and more by necessity, since living in Cardiff and hating the rain would lead to a very miserable existence indeed. However, he's got used to it; has even learned to appreciate the soft, calming atmosphere of lying in bed and listening to the sound of raindrops pattering against the bedroom window.

Right now, though, he's not lying in bed. )