Groaning again at the second or third kick, the Doctor stood up with shaky legs. 

"Master, stop. You...ugh...you need to stop this. Is it because of the drumming? I can help with that, Master. I can help...just listen."

With his arms wrapped around his bruised torso, he stood as tall and proud as he he could.
He may have given up on the name part, but he was not going to give it all up that easily.