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To Scared to Sleep
Rose woke suddenly. Not entirely sure how or why, she slowly sat up and looked around her dark surroundings and rubbed her bleary eyes. She could sense something nudging her to get up. Something nudging her to go and find the Doctor.
Slowly but surely, Rose got up and pulled on her dressing gown, before making her way out of her room and into the derelict corridor. Rose wasn't sure where the Doctor would be, but with the TARDIS' help, she was sure she'd find him.
She searched the console room, the library and the kitchen, but with no positive felt the TARDIS nudging her again though, and hesitantly followed the urge until she found herself standing in front of a green door. Clearly through the silence of the night, Rose could hear noises coming from inside the room. Believing the Doctor to be working, she knocked and entered, only to find a strange sight in front of her.
The Doctor was lying on his bed, asleep, but clearly ailing from something. Moving closer to him, Rose watched as the Doctor squirmed, breathing heavily, his hands made into fists. Rose put her hand to his forehead and felt the beads of sweat coming from it.
The Doctor let a moan escaped his mouth, and with that, Rose knelt down next to his bed and worriedly tried to shake him awake. The Doctor wasn't roused, however. She took a firm grip of the Doctor's shoulders and practically hoisted him into a sitting position.
That seemed to work, as the Doctor;s eyes suddenly flicked open, and there, above him, stood an anxious looking Rose.
"Doctor, are you alright?" Rose asked desperately, brushing the Doctor's messy brown hair away from his forehead, "I was really worried!"
The Doctor brushed her words away and nodded shakily, swinging his legs off of the bed and sitting on the edge, looking at the floor. He ran his hands over his pale, weary face, then didn't look at Rose, clearly embarrassed.
"Doctor, speak to me! What's wrong." Rose questioned, sitting down on the bed next to him.
The Doctor sighed and finally turned to face her.
"Rose..." His voice sounded hoarse when he spoke, "Rose, I...I was having a nightmare."
Rose just looked at him. The Doctor, her saviour and her protector, was simply having a nightmare? Well, it had looked a lot worse than a bad dream, she thought.
"If you ask me, it looked like more than a nightmare." Rose replied, wrapping an arm round the Doctor's shaking shoulder.
The Doctor stayed silent for a moment, before saying, "It gets worse every night, Rose. It happens every single night, but becomes worse every time."
Rose frowned. If the Doctor had been having nightmares every night, why had the TARDIS only alerted her now? Why hadn't it alerted her the minute the Doctor began to suffer from these dreams.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered.
The Doctor shrugged, "I didn't think I needed to."
"So you've been having barely any sleep every night because of this?" She then asked.
The Doctor slowly nodded. Come to think of it, Rose had noticed a difference in the Doctor. He wasn't as energetic as usual, and he did look as if he'd been ailing from something. Rose hadn't taken much time to contemplate over this in the past week though, as the Doctor always seemed to be too busy for her to notice, and Rose was aware about how much the Doctor kept himself to himself. How could she have noticed? Now she knew why he'd been so desperate to have something to do every minute of every day. Surely it was to take his mind of the horrors he dreamed about during the night.
Rose guiltily brought the Doctor into a hug, cursing herself for not caring for the Doctor more carefully. The Doctor was still shaky and pale, clearly not over his most recent nightmare.
"Rose," He mumbled, "I dream about the worst things from my past." He gulped, "I'm scared. I'm even too scared to go to sleep now."
Rose rubbed his back in soothing circles.
"Don't worry, Doctor, none of that is true anymore. I'm here for you, and I always will be."
The Doctor's face crumpled, and he tried to hold back tears, "I know, Rose."
He returned the hug, and Rose continued to comfort him, hoping beyond hope, that it would help.
A/N: So, what do you think? I was wondering if I should just make this a one-shot, but I'm sure I could draw the story out longer if you like it!!! Please tell me what you think, reviews would be much appreciated!!! Thanks!!!