His Ladies Were Sick
Chapter 1
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The Tardis was sick. That's all he knew so far. The Doctor and Rose had landed in The Rift again, but a bit harshly. This time it took a turn for the worse. The Tardis was damaged beyond the simple sonic screwdriver, and after fueling up, The Doctor immediately went out into the Void. The Doctor was doing the best he could, tweaking and stitching things here and there all over his spaceship. He finally concluded that they could continue their journey in about 3 days, hoping that the Tardis would get better by then. He decided that with Rose, doing whatever she was would be alright with it, and maybe SHE could get the Tardis better. She was a bit more feminine than him. With that thought in his mind, the Tardis awoke, gave him a disapproving nudge, grumbled internally, and fell back "asleep". The Doctor had crawled out from under some of what was the Tardis, chuckling, when he heard it. And he had no clue what "it" was. It sounded like a kind of hiss you would hear from a cat mixed with a one year old saying "two." Whatever it was, The Doctor was taken off guard and fell down. That's when he heard it again.
"EEEsshOO!"
The Doctor was thoroughly confused, and wanted to get to the bottom of it. He had never heard the Tardis make that kind of noise, and he was certain he didn't. Maybe Rose would know, he thought, looking around for the certain blonde. He passed by the kitchen, grabbing a banana on his way, and continued on. The wardrobe, living room, tea room, her own room, nowhere. He ventured into his room, hesitant if she would have entered. Sure, they were open, and if the Doctor had anything to hide, she could NEVER get it, but still, it was his room. As he suspected, she wasn't in there either, and he was about to give up and call her, but then he heard it again. Yet louder.
"EEEESSHOOO! ESShhoOO!
He followed the loud, startling noises into the Library, which was confusing considering no one went in there unless they were the Doctor. Well, there was a first for everything. He looked around, trying to find Rose, but failing. He was about to leave, when something caught his eye. Movement in the corner armchair brought him to the point where he was pointing his sonic screwdriver at a certain Tyler. When the Doctor recognized Rose, he relaxed, stowing his screwdriver, and started towards her, wanting to ask her about the mysterious noise. Before he could speak, though, the noise occurred again.
"EsSSHHooOO!"
The sound was coming from Rose. And she didn't even seem to notice. He walked over, speaking her name, but with no response, he realized that she was asleep. He watched her face, pale and a bit sweaty. Her stature showed she was cold, and it seemed as though she had a hard time breathing. Her breath hitched, but subsided and she sniffled twice, letting out a cough or two. The Doctor took her shoulder, slightly shaking her, but to no avail, she did not awake. Realizing how uncomfortable a little armchair could be, the Doctor picked her up heading out of the room. His eyes never left Rose's stature, and when he had reached a bed, he found it to be his own. Why had he come here, not her room? He thought to himself. Before he could go back, though, the blonde girl stirred in his arms, and he immediately put her into bed, before she could try to get up. Once the cool sheets touched her body, though, she awoke, Rose's drowsy eyes staring up lazily at the Doctor. She blinked, opened her mouth to speak, and coughed. She grimaced, for the pain in her throat was terrible, she tried to pull herself up, realizing she couldn't even do that. She flopped down with defeat, and looked up at the Doctor. What she saw scared her. There, over her bed, staring into her soul was the Doctor's eyes, wide with worry, and looking a bit anxious. She had seen the Doctor anxious before, but not this way. It worried her. Rose slowly looked around, finding that her surroundings were not her own. She opened her mouth to ask where she was, but was quickly silenced when the Doctors hand came down on her mouth. Her eyes opened in fright, for she could barely breathe through her nose, and now he was covering her only airway. The Doctor seemed to notice that, and removed his hand after a few seconds.
"What the hell was that?" Rose exclaimed, sounding a bit like an 80 year old chain smoker. She coughed into the blanket, having no clue whose it was. She shrugged internally. Oh well.
The Doctor grimaced at her voice, even though chuckling at her choice of words.
"I was trying to analyze your internal data with the sonic screwdriver while you were still, but you started moving, and I…well… I don't know." He explained hesitantly.
"Oh." Rose said. She cleared her throat into, and looked around. "Where am I?"