"I hate being sick." Rose coughs and her throat burns. She hasn't even got an exotic alien disease, just the flu.

"Try to relax," Jack urges, massaging her back.

"Drink this." The Doctor holds a mug to her lips. The steaming liquid soothes her throat. She shivers.

"Bedtime." The Doctor's strong hands carry her across the room. Jack pulls the pink duvet over her.

"Stay with me?"

They climb carefully into bed, one on each side. She breathes in the mingled scents of leather and Jack's unique spice. They smell like comfort, like home.

It's not completely terrible, being sick.