Chapter 2
"Oh." Rose said. She cleared her throat , and looked around. "Where am I?"
"I…well… You're …sorta…well…in my bed" The Doctor stuttered out. "I..Just sort of walked in here and you started moving and I…..Do you want me to move you?" The Doctor blushed furiously as he watched her face. She stared at him, trying to look mad, but ended up giggling, launching into a fit of coughing. The Doctor panicked. He walked around, trying to sit her up, grabbing a bottle of water, helping her along. He handed her the water, but she was shaking so badly, he took her hands in his and helped her drink. She gladly took sips after she ceased coughing. Once Rose was done, she pushed the water away weakly, collapsing on the bed. The Doctor looked even more worried, gazing down at her. She looked up, trying not to move too much. Her eyes met his and she felt a sense of dread.
"What's wrong?" she croaked out. The Doctor laughed.
"What's wrong? What's wrong? First, I find you making this odd noise in your sleep, sounding as though you are dying. Then you won't wake up. You then proceed to wake up, and launch into a coughing fit, sounding like you'll never breathe again. And whenever you try to move, you turn all white and give up. I should really ask you. What is wrong?" The Doctor ranted, staring expectantly at Rose. She scrunched up her nose, turning as much away from him as she could.
"EEESssshOOo! EEEssHHooO! Ee-EE-EEEEsssHHHooooOO!"
Once Rose was done with her sneezing fit, she sniffled a bit and turned around as if nothing happened and gave the Doctor innocent eyes. "Why, nothing is wrong at all Doctor." The Doctor scoffed, waving his arms madly around her as if he was showcasing a piece of evidence.
"What? WHAT? Rose Tyler, you a sitting in MY bed because you are not humanly able to get up. OH and you JUST made the odd dying noise AGAIN. What is up with that? So, you want to tell me that nothing is wrong; well I will not believe it. Not for a second!" The Doctor practically yelled, which made Rose wince.
"Could you please not yell?" She asked softly. The Doctor, red with confusion answered simply "I will not until you tell me WHAT. IS. WRONG!" He started pacing around the room, muttering theories of what was the matter with Rose.
Rose groaned with the loudness of his voice, which made the Doctor look at her with pure curiosity. Once he saw the look of undeniable pain on her face, his anger vanished and he felt sorry for doing whatever was causing Roses' pain. He kneeled down next to his bed, trying to take a good look in her eyes, finding them forcefully shut as though she was trying to block out the whole world. Perhaps she was.
"Rose." The Doctor said softly. No reply. "Rose." This time a little louder. She gave a little effort into opening her eyes, and with as much as she could muster, she gave him one of her looks. The "shut up you idiot, and if you don't I'll shut it for you" look, but mixed with the "I'm sick but don't want to admit it."
"Are you done hammering away at my skull? If so, thank you, but if not, I would kindly ask you to leave." Rose sneered, realizing that her words hit him hard. But he continued on.
"Well, for one this is my room. " The Doctor exclaimed, a little hurt from her comment. Rose, realized by ordering him out of HIS ROOM she was absolutely rude. "Sorry. I didn't mean to, I mean…" she trailed off.
"And secondly, I wouldn't have yelled if I knew it caused you pain!" The Doctor exclaimed. Rose moaned and shifted, realizing she was still in his bed. I was surprisingly soft. She liked the smell of his blankets too…They reminded her of him. Whenever they would hug, whether it was intentional, or she would just fly into his arms, his clothes always smelt like this. It was nice. That's when she realized he said something. She looked up at him again, and with glassy eyes she asked "What?"
The Doctor chuckled and repeated himself. "Can you please tell me what's wrong?"
Oh not this rubbish again, Rose thought as she gave him a glare. That's when she actually started thinking about it. What was wrong? She had a terrible headache, was coughing and sneezing, and was really really cold. Oh, and she was dizzy when she moved too much. To be honest with herself, she had no clue what was wrong. She had never felt this bad. She looked up at the Doctor, sensing his impatience, and stated "I don't know."
