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5. Sensations And Headaches

"Doctor!"

Martha managed to catch The Doctor just before he hit the floor. She quickly checked the beats of his hearts, which she discovered was a bit faster than normal. She also wasn't entirely satisfied with his breathing, which was a bit irregular. But neither was so bad that she had to do something about it.

Then she registered the screaming that was coming from the phone she had dropped.

Jack!

Martha quickly grabbed a pillow and laid The Doctor's head on it before picking up the phone and putting it on speaker.

"Jack!" She broke through him calling out for her and The Doctor.

"Martha! What's going on, what happened? Do I need to co-" He ranted a bit, obviously concerned.

Jack!" She cut him off again. "Calm down. I know that you're thinking it but no alien showed up."

She told him as she grabbed a thermometer for The Doctor to see whether he had a fever.

"Then what did happen?" Jack asked.

"The Doctor's passed out." She told him as she measured his temperature.

"Why?"

"I don't know, although he said that something had happened which was causing him to have trouble thinking." She looked at the temperature. "He doesn't have a fever." She announced to Jack.

"What about his heartbeat?"

"His heartbeat is a bit fast and his breathing is a bit irregular, but both are already getting better." She said as she checked them again.

"Okay, do you want me and Mickey to come and help?"

"No... not yet, I want to see if I can figure out what's wrong with him." At that point The Doctor groaned, so she moved towards him and started running her hand through his hair.

"Doctor... hey... wake up..." He groaned again.

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The Doctor slowly came back to awareness at the sound of Martha's voice and the feeling of her hand through his hair, which was causing way too many nerves to activate and he could already feel the risk of passing out another time.

"Please, stop doing that." He murmured barely audible.

Martha heard him anyway and stopped running her hand through his hair.

"Is that better?" She asked him.

He nodded.

"Yeah." He kept murmuring.

Martha picked her phone up.

"I'll call you back Jack." She told him and hung up, then she turned back to The Doctor.

"What happened?" She asked.

He groaned.

"You're loud." He whispered.

"Too loud?" She asked softer.

"That's better." He took a deep breath. "Sorry about passing out."

Martha bit back a laugh at that, afraid that the sound would hurt him with the sound.

"This is so you, apologising for something that you couldn't help."

"But that's the thing."

"You knew you would pass out?"