Doctor Who Imagines #Wattys2016

10th Doctor X you

I found this one on the Tumblr of xwhovianxfictionx! credits to her!

"Y/N! Mor—"

The Doctor stopped short and looked around the empty console room in confusion. Usually you came in here as soon as you heard him finishing up his morning tinkering, but today you were nowhere in sight. Shrugging, he crossed to the console and began to input the destination he wanted to show you , today. He thought you might enjoy a visit to one of the planets orbiting Sirius, the dog star. Well, actually, what humans thought was a single star was actually a binary system. But anyway. Most of the planets orbiting Sirius had species on them which had similarities in form to Earth animals he knew you to be fond of. It was something like an intergalactic safari park. He couldn't wait to see your eyes light up when you stepped on to the first of the many planets you would visit there. The thought of your brilliant smile brought one to his own face.

Just as he finished getting everything in order, the TARDIS whirred and beeped, trying to attract the Doctor's attention.

"Hello, what's the matter then, girl? What's wrong?"

One of the monitors swung down to bonk the Doctor in the head and he gave a small yelp of pain, rubbing the back of his head vigorously, and making his already sticky-uppy hair do so at even more ridiculous angles. He looked a bit like an injured porcupine in a suit, to be honest. Had you been there to see it, you'd have likely been rolling on the floor with laughter. Glancing up at the offending monitor, the Doctor felt any irritation he had at the TARDIS fade, to be replaced with concern.

Medical Scan

TARDIS Occupant: Y/F/N, Y/L/N

Patient Race: Human

Your physical attributes and medical history filled the next section, and the Doctor scanned through it rapidly. None of that would tell him why the TARDIS was worried.

Current Status: Ill – Diagnosis: Unknown

Ah...that was it. You were sick. You were sick? His concern deepened. Sounded like you might need a Doctor. Turning, he raced from the console room, his trusty Converse pounding the floor rhythmically as he went.

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A whimper of pain escaped you before you could stifle the sound, but at the moment you didn't really care. Whoever was pounding on your door could use something a little subtler than a battering ram, thank you very much. Every sound throbbed through your aching head and made you see stars.

"What...?" you called out, your voice sounding congested and raspy.

The pounding (read: knocking) ceased, and the door opened slightly to reveal a very concerned Doctor peeking in at you.

"Y/N?" When your eyes finally met his, he came quickly into the room, standing a bit awkwardly beside your bed.

"Feel awful. Think I've got the flu." A coughing fit interrupted you, and the Doctor winced in sympathy as the harsh spasms riddled your lungs and made your sore body ache all the more.

"Easy, easy. I'll take care of you." He didn't add that, without knowing precisely what virus or bacteria was raging its way through your system, he wasn't quite sure what to do. "Just...just stay here."

"Not going anywhere," you croaked out, snuggling down into your blankets.

When the Doctor returned several minutes later, you had to laugh, even if it hurt. His arms were full of supplies, some high tech and some...not. Setting down the portable med scanner he'd grabbed first and foremost, the Doctor unloaded the rest of the stuff he was carrying onto your bedside table. A washcloth and bowl of water, a sleeping mask, Kleenex, cough drops, and... socks?