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8. The Forgotten Memories - Part 3

The Doctor and Martha had been stuck in the sixties for about a year now, they had lived through Christmas 1968, New Year and now it was March 1969. The Doctor had finished the Timey-Wimey detector and now they were waiting for Billy Shipton to arrive.

The Doctor was cooking dinner when he heard the door open, indicating that Martha was home. The situation was a lot better now than it had been a few months ago. It had gotten a lot better since last Christmas for Martha, she had had a breather back then and The Doctor was pretty sure that had been exactly what she had needed.

"Hey Doctor." She sounded quite happy, which he could understand, she had a week off, something Scott, her boss, had arranged.

"Hey Martha, how was your day then?" He asked as he put the dinner on the table, he ha had enough experience with Martha's schedule to be able to time dinner really well.

Martha told him about her day during dinner, about a woman who just couldn't figure out what she wanted and Martha admitted to being really annoyed with her by the time she finally made a decision. The Doctor was having a bit of trouble following the story, something he normally could do perfectly fine, it wasn't like it was difficult. He was also feeling nauseous all of a sudden, not too bad that he would throw up, yet, but he certainly lost his appetite because of this.

Martha had noticed this.

"Doctor, why aren't you eating?"

"Not hungry." He said, it wasn't exactly a lie, he wasn't hungry because of his nausea.

Martha rose a questioning eyebrow.

"You feeling alright?"

"Yes! Perfectly fine." He lied, he didn't want her to worry about him as she had already done that a lot of times, he had been sick 27 times since they have been in the sixties, he knew that he had been sick so often because of the chameleon arch, it had weakened his immune system. She had looked after him all those times, at least when she hadn't been at work.

He was hoping that he wasn't getting sick again, it had been a bit longer since he had been sick this time, which meant that his immune system was getting stronger again, but he also knew that it wasn't back to normal again and that he still risked getting ill from diseases he normally would be immune for.

Martha looked sceptically at him.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Nothing's wro-" He trailed off as his stomach churned ominously, his eyes widened, he quickly got up and made a dash for the loo, just in time for his stomach to reject its content.

He mentally cursed while his stomach was emptying itself. He felt Martha kneeling next to him, rubbing his back in a soothing way.

When his stomach finally was empty he flushed the toilet, shifted back a bit and looked at Martha, who was handing him a glass of water which he accepted and shakily took a sip from.

"How do you feel?" Martha asked him.

"Terrible." He admitted barely above a whisper, while he had just felt nauseous before, which thankfully had almost gone away now, he had an headache, he was cold and was really tired all of a sudden. He handed her the glass back, which she set away and then pulled him into a comforting hug.

They sat like this until he started shivering violently.

"Why don't we get you to bed, huh?" Martha suggested.

He just nodded, he didn't have enough energy to do much more than that. She let go of him and started helping him.

He couldn't believe how weak he felt, especially not since he had felt perfectly fine not 10 minutes ago.