The Doctor's Cold (Doctor Who fanfic)

Chapter Five: Sleep

The Doctor sat down, staring at the TARDIS console. “I hate you.” The rest were all looking at him, puzzled.

“What happened just now?” Rory said.

“heh-HITSHOO!”

Amy sighed and handed him a tissue.

“Thanks, Amy. Anyway, the TARDIS won’t let me leave.”

River bit her lip, trying really hard not to laugh.

“It is NOT funny!”

“Right,” River smiled then looked at Amy and Rory “It is a bit.” They all broke out in laughter, including Lucy, who hadn’t smiled the whole time she’d been in the TARDIS. The frustrated Doctor stared as his amused friends laughed.

When River noticed his face, she immediately stopped laughing, and sat next to him again. “Go to bed, sweetie.”

“I told you, I don’t have time.”

“It’s one AM here anyway, the rest of us are going to bed.”

“Lucy can sleep in my bed, I’m not done with working on the TARDIS so I probably won’t sleep tonight anyway.”

“No, that’s okay, she can sleep in Amy’s bed.”

Amy looked over “No, no she can’t . . .” then smiled at Rory.

River sighed “Well she’s not taking the Doctor’s bed, and I can’t find my room . . . also I need to take care of him.” She looked at the Doctor.

“I’ve told you before, I don’t need to sleep as much as you do.”

“Well you do right now.”

“No, I don’t.” He felt a sharp pain on his arm, being hit by River was never pleasant.

“Okay fine, she can sleep in my bed with me.”

“Are you sure?”

He rubbed his temple “Yeah, I’m sure.”

Lucy pretended not to listen to their conversation, but she wasn’t exactly excited to share a room with the guy who, as soon as he met her, sneezed on her.

But when she heard “hih-hih-HIT-SCHOO!” one more time, that was it.

“No freaking way!”

“Lucy, please.”

Lucy thought about for a while. He clearly wasn’t willing to argue at all, so she would easily somehow get out of it, but he also clearly wasn’t feeling well. He could have just wanted someone in the room with him. Maybe she could just sleep on the floor, so she mentioned it to River.

“You really want to sleep on the floor?”

“Sure,” she looked over at the miserable Time Lord, sniffling with a tissue in his hand “I don’t get sick easily anyway.”

“Okay, I’ll go get some blankets!” Amy said.

The Doctor was relieved that he was actually going to be able to sleep, but if River found that out, he would never hear the end of it, then again, she probably already knew how tired he was.

He ended up heading to bed while everyone else was still up talking. As he was walking, Amy handed him a box of tissues “You’re going to need these for the next few days.”

The next  few days?! Is that how long he’s going to feel this horrible?!  How did humans stand this? It felt like torture.

He nodded and continued to walk to his bedroom and immediately flopped on his bed.

Back with everyone else, Amy was worried. River could tell because she wasn’t her normal self, making fun of Rory (and kissing him) and cracking jokes about how annoying Lucy was.

“It’s Two. We should all be going to bed” Said River.

“Yeah.” Amy nodded.

Back with the Doctor, He hadn’t fallen asleep yet. His nose was stuffed up so he could barely breathe, and every five minutes he had to sneeze, several times while he was almost asleep.

Lucy walked in as he was blowing his nose “Hey.”

He sniffed “Oh, hello.”

Lucy unfolded a blanket and put it on the floor “You look like crap.” She threw a pillow onto the blanket.

“Thanks.” The doctor said quietly and sarcastically

“And you sound terrible.” She said as she got under a blanket.

“Well by dose is completely plugged up!”

“No, I didn’t mean it that way, I mean, yeah you do sound really congested, but I meant you sound . . . lonely.”

“I’m dot.”

“You’re one of those people that hate being alone when they’re sick.” She smiled.

“Ab dot!” he said childishly.

“Hey, it’s normal.”

“I rarely get sick.”

“How long has it been since you’ve been sick?”

“Oh I don’t doh, a few . . .” he swallowed “decades.”

“No way!”

“Yep.”

“Wow, quite an immune system.”

“I think you hubads weakened me.”

“Thanks a lot.”

“Anytibe. Hih-hiHIT-SCHOO!”

“Bless you.” Lucy pushed the box of tissues on the nightstand closer to him.

“Thanks.” He grabs a tissue and wipes his nose.

The door opens, revealing River Song. “Hey, I found my room, so Lucy, if you’d like you can sleep in my bed and I’ll sleep on the couch in my bedroom.”

Lucy looked at the miserable Doctor, then thought about his loneliness.

“I can stay in here, I already have my bed made anyway.”

“Okay, well goodnight.”

About twenty minutes later, the Doctor finally started to fall asleep, with the comfort of someone with him in the room. “I’ll find your parents.” He thought, as he looked at Lucy, who was already sleeping.