'Grab my hand!' He shouted to her. She'd barely recovered from the shock of the creature throwing her against the wall, and he wasn't expecting her to react in the best of ways. It didn't matter, he could take whatever she could throw at him. It would all be through fear.
The Doctor was here on a social visit... Sort of. One could call it that, at least. It was more of a drop off of a medicine for one of the hospital's more... Exotic patients. Exotic was really the best way to describe them, if one was to speak in the best of terms. Alien would be more appropriate. The patient in question was suffering from a ('Mild? Really?') form of hysteria... Came from messing with mental stabilizers from the black market on DaDooshba. He had placed her on Earth where he knew they would be a little welcoming of her situation, and she would get good care and attention. Not that he was entirely sure of that, he more or less shoved her at them, shoved a heap of money their way and explained the various injections he would come back to deliver for her.
It had worked, give or take some curious looks.
It turns out that his timing had not really gone to plan, and he'd turned up at entirely the wrong period of time... And he'd walked into a disaster area. It looked like the scene from a horror movie, and that was to put it lightly. He'd been able to walk right in... And instantly wish he hadn't, as as soon as he had walked into the place, he couldn't leave until he had found out whatever had caused... Well, this mess to happen. Had caused patients to lose their faces as well as their mind, as that generally wasn't how it worked. Not on Earth at least, anyway.
And that had been when he had saw her. Life amongst the madness, amongst the dead and deranged. She was sane, sane enough by his standards... Anyone who screamed when they had a sharp weapon brandished at them was a good enough test of sanity for him.