The Doctor lay on the ground, stunned and coughing. Having just transported there using a vortex manipulator, he’d hoped there wasn’t anyone around- but that didn’t matter compared to the consequences of staying where he was.
River had given him her vortex manipulator in advance- she wouldn’t tell him why, as usual, just to wear it at all times, as he would need it.
It turned out he did need it not long after. On the bright side, he’d managed to save an entire planet from a hostile invasion- but at a cost. He’d narrowly escaped execution, and had taken a few shots that would have killed any human, before he managed to set his manipulator to somewhere safe on Earth
Now as he lay there coughing, clothes singed and smoking, one heart close to failure and the other halfway, he watched the slowly spinning sky. Without his TARDIS. Excellent.
He didn’t want to regenerate- he didn’t want to go… Struggling to get up on his side only resulted in another gagging cough and landing facefist into the grass. At least landing somewhere soft had gone in his favor…