"Ouch!" Clara squealed, as her morning tea seemed to burn a hole through her tongue,

"Too hot?" the Doctor muttered, as he fiddled about with the TARDIS console,

"How did you guess?" she replied sarcastically, she had a habit of doing that, when she wanted to impress someone she suddenly became cutting and competitive, god knows why, as she thought this, the Doctor swiftly whipped out his sonic screwdriver and it let out its gentle whir as he directed it at her mug,

"That alright?"

"Perfect, thanks" Clara exclaimed, as she sipped her perfectly warm tea, as she enjoyed it, the Doctor let out a sneeze.

"What was that?" she said, surprised

"What do you think it was? A sneeze" he replied, defensively

"I've never heard you sneeze!"

"Well, there's a first time for everything, I assume" he grunted, as his voice became hoarse, he let out another sneeze as his cheeks started to flush scarlet.

"You're sure you're not sick, Doctor?" Clara asked, he'd been sneezing and coughing constantly, he even dozed off while he was checking whatever was underneath the console, she could tell he was ill.

"I'm fine!" He shouted, letting out a cough in the meantime, "let's go then, shall we?" his nose snuffled as he tried to resist sneezing once again, he failed and let our an even more enormous one than before,

"We're not going anywhere, you're getting better before we leave this TARDIS!" Clara was putting her foot down, but he wouldn't listen and fastened his bow tie as he pushed at the doors, they wouldn't budge.

"See! Even the TARDIS agrees that you're sick" Clara felt smug as she spoke the words, the TARDIS never agreed with her, but nevertheless the TARDIS let out a low hum, an agreeable hum, and the Doctor knew he had been beaten.

The next thing he knew he was in fluffy pajamas, under a thick duvet next to a roaring fire, he'd never admit it but this was exactly what he wanted, but where was Clara? Almost instantaneously she floated through the doorway, with a steaming mug in her hand,

"Tea?" he whispered, his throat was very sore, and he could barely get the words out,

"Not just any tea" she replied in her light northern accent, "special tea! My mum used to make it for me, helps your throat feel better" her voice was like a song to his ears, the words ringing in his mind long after they'd been said.

"Thank you"

"No problem, now before you drink that you've got to open your mouth, thermometer coming through" she said these words as she inserted to cold item through his barely parted lips, soon enough she took it out.

"Woah! You're about a degree away from death, you're not going anywhere until this fever's gone down".

Secretly, the Doctor was just a little bit happy, he liked being taken care of, it was something he seldom experienced, but it put a warm feeling in his belly, a fluffy feeling, like he knew he was wanted. By now Clara had put on some relaxing piano music, one of her many CDs she brought to the TARDIS, and he was being lulled into his slumber, he could hear her gentle breathing as she sat next to him, warming up next to the fire, he was feeling better already.