"I AM DEFINITELY A MADMAN WITH A BLUE BOX."
- The Doctor
He was just a Time Lord,
one who loved meddling
with fire. And she was his
perfect match.
[ Eleventh Doctor x O...
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"Where the hell is he? That idiotic Timelord is always awake before us." I muttered sourly in between my last mouthful of cereal.
Amy nodded in agreement, herself already finished with her bowl as she rinsed it out in the sink. "Yeah, what's that alien-man got himself into this time?" She took my empty, me thanking her as she rinsed it out.
It was true, the Doctor was always up before us. Sure, sometimes he slept in, but it was never for long. Once Amy was finished rinsing our bowls, she spun around hitting her hands against her thighs.
Standing from my chair, I nodded to her, the both of us having the same idea in mind. We were going to see what the Doctor was up to, or rather if he was just sleeping in.
"Doctor?" Amy called out, once we were close to where the Doctor's room was located.
The both of us jumped upon hearing a slightly muffled cry coming from his room. Glancing at each other, we broke into a sprint barreling through the Doctor's door. Amy who had never been in his room stuttered upon seeing the random knickknacks, bowties lying on the floor, and multiple clocks ticking against the wall.
The TARDIS hummed with our arrival into the Doctor's room, the galaxy covered walls seeming to shine just a bit brighter. My eyes moved themselves to the Doctor's large bed, my heart racing seeing the state he was in.
The Doctor was on his back shivering, the covers pulled all the way up to his chin. Small trinkets of sweat beaded against his forehead as his teeth chattered loudly, pain filled groans erupting from his mouth.
Amy and I stood opposite of him, both of us debating on what to do next. I felt bad as I didn't want to wake him, but with how horrible he was it seemed like it was the best option in this scenario.
"Doctor?" Amy asked as I walked forward gently shaking him.
"Hmm!" The Doctor ground out loudly but was obviously still very much half-asleep.
"Are you okay, Doctor?" I purred, resting my hand against his forehead frowning when I felt how warm he was.
He was my body temperature right now, and that was definitely not good for him. The Doctor flinched away from my hand, making me sigh sadly, but quickly removing it knowing he was most likely feeling very tender and not to mention the heat I was radiating probably did him no good.
"Mm." He grunted.
"Oi," Amy muttered, joining me in shaking him. "Get up."
With that statement, he cracked his eyes open, letting out a huge yawn turning on his side with a groan. "I don't feel well..." He whimpered his complaint with a slight sniffle, me rolling my eyes in response.
"No shit, your voice makes you sound like an old dude." The Doctor groaned at that, Amy slapping my shoulder with a laugh.
"I am an old dude." The Doctor sniffled. "Oh, I need to get up, things to do." The Doctor said, me frowning moving away as he shakily tried standing up.
