Staying in the TARDIS (Doctor Who fanfic)

Chapter Two: Nothing Specific

He groaned, one hand on his stomach, one hand covering his mouth while he coughed. The poor Time Lord was miserable.

But he didn’t have time to be sick! He had things to do! Like worry about Amy. She couldn’t remember her own fiancé. Mostly because he didn’t exist anymore.

His was comforted in the fact Amy was right there with him, although he wasn’t sure if he was contagious.

“Amy, could you hand me my sonic?”

“Sure, where is it?”

“My jacket pocket.”

“Which jacket and which pocket?”

“The one on the coat rack over there, the pocket on the left side.”

“Okay.”

“Thanks.”

“So what are you gonna do with it?” she asked as she handed it to him.

Instead of answering, he scanned himself with the screwdriver, which looked a bit silly to Amy. When he was done he squinted at it “Earth influenza.” He sighed.

“So?”

“I’m contagious.” A worried look came across his face at the thought of being the reason Amy gets ill.

“Don’t worry, just focus on getting well.”

“But what if you get sick?” he coughed.

“I told you, don’t worry about it.” And then Amy didn’t give it a second thought, after all, if it was her he would do the same thing.

“HET-SCHOO!”

“Where do you keep the tissues?”

“Bathroom cabinet.”

“I’ll go get some.”

When Amy returned with a box of tissues, the Doctor said “Amy, I’m sorry.”

“Seriously? You have nothing to apologize about.”

“No, really, I’m sorry.” He coughed.

“Do you have any medicine I could get you?”

“I’m allergic to pretty much anything you would be able to give me.”

“Are you sure there isn’t anything? Like a fever reducer or something?”

He looked at her “Is my temperature really that high?”

“Well, I can’t really tell, but you’re warmer than usual.” She walked closer to him, “You’re really pale.”

“So my throat’s sore, my nose is plugged, my stomach hurts and on top of all that I look terrible.”

“Yeah, sorry, your hair still looks great though.”

“Really?”

“No, not really.”

“Oh.” He actually looked disappointed.

“But hey, you’re sick, you don’t need to look good right now.”

“It’d be nice though.”

Amy laughed “I know.” She sat back down and picked up the first book she saw to keep her mind off worrying about the Doctor.

He rolled over. His nose was stuffed up, so he had to breathe through his mouth.

When Amy looked over at him, he was still shivering. She knew there was nothing more she could do for his fever, and more blankets wouldn’t help, so all she could do was leave him there while he felt miserable.

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

A couple hours later, the Doctor woke up and Amy wasn’t there. He sat up and looked around. “Amy?” he called out, his voice echoing.

“Lie back down.  I’ll be back in a minute!”

But the Doctor wasn’t going to lie back down, according to his watch he’d been in bed for seven hours, and he was starting to get bored.

Amy came back “I told you to lie down.”

“I don’t want to.” He cleared his throat.

“Well, tough.”

“Amy, I’m bored!”

“Well you can’t even stand!”

“There’s nothing to do.” He sighed.

“You’re acting like a kid! Lie back down. I made you some soup, here.”

“No. I’m not hungry.”

“You have to eat!”

“I’m not hungry, Amy!”

“Please, just eat a little bit.”

He sighed “Fine.” He took slow tiny sips, fearing that any more would make his stomach upset.

“There, that’s all.”

“It hurts to swallow.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” She sat on the end of his bed “I’m afraid it’s probably going to be like that for a few more days.”

“Days?!”

“Well, yeah, the flu usually lasts for more than a day.”

“I might die before then.”

“Oh stop it, you’re not dying.”

“Then why do I feel so . . .” he hesitated for a minute “gross?”

“Because you’re ill.”

“How did I even get ill?”

“Does it matter?”

“It doesn’t. I’m just curious.”

“Do you always have to ask yourself questions? You know, to keep busy?”

“It keeps my mind off things.”

“Like what?”

The Doctor thought about the night that Amy met him, he told her he would be back in five minutes and it turned out he lied. He thought about how her fiancé died, and he couldn’t save him. He thought about all the other’s that he had let down. Rose, Martha, Jack, Donna.

“Nothing specific.” He said.