Donna looked up as the Doctor walked into the kitchen, still in his pajamas and dressing gown, with his hair even messier than usual. She sighed. "You should be in bed."

"I'm not sick," he said. She thought that statement would have been more convincing if it hadn't been punctuated by a giant sneeze.

"I see," Donna said. "Timelords don't get colds, I assume."

"You assume correctly. It's not a cold." He sniffled. "I certainly didn't catch it from you."

"If you say so. You still should be in bed."

"I got lonely," he said, pouting.

"Typical man," she muttered, returning to fixing the tea.

"What? I'm not typical. Or a man," he protested. He sneezed again, smothering it with his handkerchief.

"Nine hundred years old, but you're still a baby when you're sick."

"I keep telling you, I'm not sick."

"Well, that's too bad then. I was about to bring you breakfast in bed to make you feel better. Guess I'll just eat it myself." Donna set the plate of toast on the tray.

"Breakfast in bed? Really?"

"Yep, all your favorite things."

"Plum jam?" he asked, hopefully.

"Plum jam, toast, tea, and some eggs. Too bad you're not sick."

"Well, now that you mention it, I do feel a bit under the weather," he said, lifting his eyebrows, and giving a pitiful sniff.

"Better get back in bed, then. I'll be right in." Donna smiled as he quickly retreated to his room. She slid the eggs from the pan onto a plate, and carried the tray back to his room. He was there in bed, waiting as patiently as he was able. His dressing gown was on the floor. She set the tray over his legs, then sat down carefully on the bed next to him.

He looked at her over the tray. "This is lovely, thank you." He munched on the toast hungrily. "Aren't you going to eat?" he asked.

Donna took a piece of toast. "I had some while I was fixing this. Eat the eggs before they get cold."

"What shall we do today?" he asked, around a mouthful of egg.

"You are going to get some rest. I'll probably watch a movie or something. If you're feeling better tomorrow, we can do whatever you like."

He shook his head. "No, it's your turn to choose."

"I'll think about it and tell you tomorrow, then." She reached over and wiped her thumb across his bottom lip. "Jam," she said. He stuck her thumb in his mouth, sucking loudly, and she laughed. "Naughty boy." She handed him a napkin, and he took it with a cheeky grin.

He leaned back against the pillow. "That was good. I feel much better." He yawned.

Donna stood and moved the tray off of the bed. "Get some sleep. I'll be in the library if you need me."

"Don't go," he said, patting the bed next to him. "Stay with me for a little while."

Donna sighed, but put the tray on the floor and slipped off her shoes. She couldn't resist his pitiful expression. She lay down next to him, and he turned on his side to put his arms around her.

"Mmm, you're warm. Feels good," he said into her hair. She slipped her arms around him. He yawned again. "Maybe I'll just rest my eyes."

"You do that," she said, smiling against him. She rubbed his back in small circles until his breathing evened out and she could tell he had drifted off. She closed her eyes and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeats.