Almost, but not all of her worries were eased as those fingers slid between hers. There was something so familiar and comforting about the gesture that she found it easier to breathe. He really would be okay. He had to be. He had the TARDIS and Martha on his side, who would, combined, be the best medical team possible.
"Hi," Rose replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. For that moment, she was glad she hadn't been there over the last week. She would have been beside herself watching him fade into this. And possibly worse. But still. She should have been there for him. "I'm sorry," she said softly, looking down at the bed sheet rather than up at him. There was no reason to be ashamed. It wasn't like there was anything she could have done.