With The Hideous ~ A Dottore/reader fanfic

Chapter 11 ~ White Room.

Staring at Dottore in the doorway whilst holding Zandy in your lap, suddenly felt a little awkward. You weren't sure what you were supposed to do at this moment.

Dottores gaze didn't land on you but rather at the kid, he glared at him.

Just a second later Zandy hopped off your laps and practically ran out the room.

"Hey what did you do that-"

You wanted to ask him why he basically kicked Zandy out the room but you weren't able to finish your sentence.

"This medication is the one you have been taking, yes?"

Taking a hard good look at the pill bottle he was holding up in his hands you nodded feeling confused.

"I'm going to take a few to try to modify it."

"Modify it?"

"Yes, if I can figure out what this medication exactly does inside your body to suppress your illness, I can enhance the effect."

You were shocked. He was ready to help you and you weren't expecting that. You could say he was behaving... maturely?

"Oh wow, you're on your A game huh."

You smirked slightly joking around with him.

"Well after recent events I thought I should maybe hurry up and do something."

You chuckled at his determination to help you.

It seems everyone was taking your flare up more seriously than you were but you couldn't really blame them, who wouldn't be worried about someone else if something like that happened to them.

It seems he still had a few things he wanted to say as he continued just awkwardly standing in front of you.

"Y/n, may I ask you some more questions?"

"Uhm, well sure go ahead.."

He was already holding a notepad in his hand when he walked into the room but now it seems like he was ready to put it to its use, he pulled out a pen and got ready to write.

"So I was wondering about this for a while, since we never got around to talking about it.. what exactly is making you sick?"

"Well, to be precise, it's my lungs. Without my medication it can be hard to breathe and things like "this" can happen. It gets worse in the winter because of the cold."

He nodded his head listening along as he rapidly wrote down all the information.

He continued to ask you more questions regarding your illness and you just repeated to him what every doctor had told you.

You really hadn't said all that much but his notepad was full of writing, like he had written down paragraphs after paragraph of information.

"So.... What now?"

You asked him.

"I'm going to start researching your medication and I'll find out what I can from there."

You nodded and slowly started feeling awkward. It was quiet now and he was just standing in front of you looking down at you.

You hated how weak you felt compared to him. Here you were, sick and weak, right here for him to see.

You suddenly remembered about your dream and mixtures of awkwardness and uncomfortableness started building up inside your body.

"Hey so, uhm when can I get out of bed? I kind of need a bath..."