This is such a lovely sweet h/c fic. I especially liked:

She took the jar from his limp grasp as she spoke and, not even waiting for an invitation, began applying it liberally to his hurts.

The Doctor was dumbfounded by the gesture. She was so gentle with him, her tiny hands gently massaging into the aching flesh until the balm was all absorbed. She didn’t stop there either, going back over all of the other bruises around his side and then working her way across his chest and down further until they were all massaged and her hands had left a pleasant trail of warmth behind.

“You’ve got magic hands,” he remarked quietly.

Yes Doctor, she does. Great job Rose!

Thank you for posting!