Clara sneezed violently into her sleeve before flopping down onto the jump seat.
"You brought germs onto MY TARDIS!", The Doctor yelled before dramatically removing a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping down the console where Clara had just touched.
"I felt alright when you picked me up", she said pinching the bridge of her nose in a vain effort to crush the headache that was drilling away in her temple.
With her eyes closed she heard the sonic screwdriver start up a few feet away and opened them to see The Doctor incinerating the used handkerchief and dropping the smouldering remains to the floor.
The screwdriver was by her head before she realised what was happening as The Doctor took a quick scan to see what medieval lurgy she had festering in her system.
"Nothing serious", he reported before putting the sonic back in his jacket pocket and looking down at her slumped form. "But you might want to think twice about taking a dip in a castle moat next time."
She looked up at him with watery eyes, a sudden tiredness coming over her. Her usual quick wit had evaporated and she wasn't even able to respond to his dig. All she could manage was a slack jawed stare.
He tilted his head slightly and studied her for a moment, waiting for a witty remark but there was silence. His large hand went to her forehead while the other reached around to the back of her neck. They felt like ice and she shuddered slightly under his unexpected touch. "You have a temperature, but you'll live."
He removed his hands just as quickly as he put them there and strode back to the console.
"We could still go", Clara said hopefully, sitting up straighter.
"What? And spread your disease throughout the galaxy? You are not going anywhere young lady."
