Prompt: Sickfic where Clara gets sick and The Doctor worries and he is fussing horribly. (Writing this on the bus on the way to college, let's see how it goes :D)
Clara walked into her bedroom, feeling more tired than usual. She had grabbed a box of tissues before entering the room. The Doctor had dropped her off a few minutes ago and now she just felt horrible. She slowly sat on the bed and covered herself with a blanket. She looked over the clock which read 6pm,
"Why is it so hot at 6pm." Clara complained, she then clutched her throat in pain. "Great... sore throat." She tossed the blanket to the ground, to try and get cooler. She looked at the clock once again, 6:01pm. She sighed in frustration. She wiped her nose with a tissue before tossing it into a nearby bin. Suddenly, she heard the beautiful sound of the TARDIS in the other room. She would hate for The Doctor to see her in this state.
"Clara! I know there's something wrong, I could sense it once you left the TARDIS. Are you okay?" He spoke quickly as he entered the room.
"It's fine, Doctor... really..." She said quietly.
"What's happened? Did you drink that water on Raxcorricofallapatorius!? I told you not t-"
Clara cut him off, "Doctor. It's just a cold and a sore throat. Nothing else." He had a look of worry on his face.
"Do you need anything? A drink, perhaps?" He asked. She nodded,
"Water. Please." Clara told him. He quickly dashed out of the room into the kitchen. The Doctor grabbed a small glass out of the cupboard and fiddled with the tap. After many attempts of trying to run cold water he finally did it. He went quickly, but carefully, into Clara's room. Clara took the glass from his hand and said, "Thanks, Doctor." She gave him a small smile, which he returned. She took a small sip of water before placing the glass on the bedside table. The Doctor then leant over and place a hand on her forehead before removing it quickly.
"Are you meant to be that hot? Do you need some sort of treatment?" He questioned.
"What do you mean by 'hot'? Do you mean 'hot as is in 'burning' or hot as in 'sexy'?" Clara teased. The Doctor satrted to blush slightly. "I'm kidding, Doctor!" She confirmed. "And no. I don't think I need any medicine. I'll be fine."
"Well I could er- get you some food or- or anything else?"
"Doctor. Trust ne. I'm. Fine." She said slowly. Clara shivered slightly, "God why is a cold so confusing? First I'm boiling hot and now I'm freezing cold." The Doctor picked the blanket up off the floor and placed it over Clara, tucking it in lightly. "You help me way too much, Doctor."
"Well why wouldn't I?" He paused, then whispered, "You are my impossible girl."
"Never heard you call me that before in this regeneration." She said in the process of a yawn.
"I aim to please." He smirked. "Now. Go to sleep."
"I'm not... tired." She yawned again, the cold getting the better of her.
"Doctor's orders." Clara closed her eyes, what she didn't know is that The Doctor had given her a sleeping pill which had been crushed into her drink. The Doctor knew she was in pain so he decided to ease it. He leant down and kissed her forehead. "Night Clara."
"Night, Doctor."
A/N:
This prompt was suggested by Claraoswelve in the reviews, thanks! I had fun writing this :)
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