The Nurse who was in charge entered the dirty room to see Bill crouching near the screen and you and the Master in the disguise of Razor sat on the old and worn sofa.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked, looking at Bill who was crouched near the television screen.
"She works for me now. We agreed," said Razor.
"Everyone here works for me. There's a floor out there needs cleaning," ordered the Nurse.
"Running all the way," said Bill in a defeated tone as she stood up.
"I know you dream of leaving."
"No, me? Never," she said sarcastically.
"This is your heart now," said the Nurse while tapping the metal box in Bill's chest, "and outside this hospital, it will stop working."
"Ah. It's a good thing you've got all those locks, then, in case I accidently wander off," she said. Noticing the Nurse's unamused look, she pointed to the corridor outside and began walking. "Yeah. Better get mopping."
Bill paused in the doorway and turned back to you and Razor.
"Don't change the channel."
"A week, raising his eyebrow? Why would I change?" he asked, rolling his eyes. You nudged him with your elbow receiving a glare from him. Bill left with a small smile on her face and the Nurse followed.
When they had disappeared from the doorway, you jumped to your feet and shut the door, resting your back against it. The Master lifted the prosthetics off his face.
"I'm gonna admit, I miss seeing your face," you said quietly incase someone was on the other side of the door. He laughed and you turned to your left and dragged a box of medical supplies in front of the door to barricade it. You didn't want anyone walking in. You practically skipped back to the sofa and sat next to the Master. He wrapped his arm around you and you rested your head on his chest.
"When will you tell her?" You asked. The Master turned to you with a serious expression.
"You keep asking and you know why I won't," he said sternly.
Sighing, you stood up and walked over to the window. Looking out, you saw the conversion buildings that were once houses outside and almost felt disgusted of what the pair of you had caused together.
"I just feel bad lying to her," you admitted. The Master joined you at the window and grabbed your hand.
"I know you do," he said before kissing your cheek, "but we're Time Lords, we can't concern ourselves with one inferior Human."
"But we've been living with her for almost ten years."
"(Y/n)," he said softly. His thumb turned your face towards him. "She will be converted eventually, don't concern yourself with her. Travelling with the Doctor would have probably resulted in death eventually but she's not dying, she's being converted."
"I know," you said. He pulled you into his embrace and you could hear his heartbeat. "No concern, right?"
"Yes," he said, kissing your forehead.
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