AN: Sorry it took me so long I've been busy. Hope you weren't waiting too long! :)
The Doctor sat in the silent kitchen drinking his tea. There was definitely something wrong with Rose and he would find out what. He set down his now empty teacup and sighed. The kitchen needed to be cleaned again. The TARDIS was supposed to do that on her own, but she liked to make the Doctor do it. The Doctor briefly considered trying to fix that. He decided against it though, after all that would be like taking away part of her personality and life was just more interesting this way. The Doctor quickly tidied the kitchen and opted to swing by Rose's room to see how she was doing. The Doctor knocked quietly on her door and then louder when there was no response.
"Rose?" He called worriedly. Again there was no response. The Doctor opened the door, Rose was not in her bed and he could hear strange noises coming from the bathroom. He strode over to the bathroom and yanked the door open, his sonic at the ready. Rose was bent over the toilet, retching loudly. The Doctor was at her side in an instant. He pulled her hair out of her face and wrapped a protective arm around her.
"Oh Rose." He said simply. Rose wiped her mouth once she was finished.
"Oi," she said hoarsely "Why'd ya run in here without knocking? Rude, that is."
"I thought you were in trouble!" Rose sagged against the Doctor and he put his other arm around her. They stayed like that for a long moment while Rose shook and the Doctor simply held her. He lifted her and carried her back to her bed.
"Sore throat?" He asked sympathetically. She nodded mutely. He sighed as he laid her on the bed. "Stay here I'll go get you something for that." Rose up at him with her big brown eyes and he touched her cheek. "I'll be right back."
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The Time Lord was only gone for about ten minutes but to Rose it felt like hours. She lay on the bed, her throat sore and her body aching. Rose shivered under the heavy covers and hoped the Doctor would get back soon. Suddenly Rose felt her stomach surge and rebel against her. She struggled to a sitting position and that was when the door opened. The Doctor sat next to her on the bed.
"Rose, you really should be resting." Rose tried unsuccessfully to get off the bed. Her failure was due partly to her weakness and the Doctor's attempt to stop her. She wound up lying on the floor in a tangle of blankets. The Doctor knelt on the floor and took hold of her shoulders. Rose tried to pull free. Her stomach heaved and she just knew she was going to be sick on the Doctor. Rose lost the battle with her stomach. The Doctor pulled a wastebasket out of nowhere. He was unfortunately, too slow. Rose was absolutely mortified, she had just been sick on the Doctor. Tears streaming down her face, she continued to retch until her stomach was empty. The Doctor sighed and stroked her hair. When Rose had finally finished the Doctor stood up abruptly. Rose pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her face in them.
"I'm sorry Doctor." She whispered quietly, her eyes shut tight. He crouched down beside her.
"It's not your fault I'm so thick." Rose sniffled and opened her eyes. She turned her head to look at the Doctor and immediately noticed that he had removed his shirt. Of course, that was probably what she had thrown up on.
"Into bed with you." He said briskly, grabbing her hand and pulling her up. Rose's vision blurred and she grabbed his shoulder for balance. "Easy there, Rose." The Doctor cringed, he should have been gentler. When Rose had regained her senses she sat heavily on the bed. The Oncoming Storm smiled to himself when Rose looked away. Look at him, becoming all domestic over a girl. He shook his head at himself and picked up the medicine from where it had fallen. He poured some of the orange liquid into a small cup and handed it to Rose. Rose of course, was immediately distrustful of the colourful liquid that the Doctor gave her.
"What's this?" The Doctor crossed his arms over his broad chest. Rose thought he looked faintly ridiculous like that, trying to look impatient with his ears sticking out and his shirt lying discarded on the floor.
"Drink it." He commanded. Rose stifled a giggle. The Doctor rolled his eyes at that. "Humans."
"What's wrong with humans?" Asked Rose innocently. The Doctor was still glaring at her.
"Always think they know better than everybody else. Always questioning everything." Rose obediently sipped the liquid and almost gagged. It was disgusting.
"This is awful!" She croaked.
"It'll help with your throat and the fever. Now drink it." Rose took a deep breath and downed the glass. She coughed and sputtered for a moment as she struggled to keep the medicine down.
"Can I lie down now?" The Doctor looked at her carefully before nodding. Rose crawled under the comforters, shivering. The Doctor cupped her cheek in one hand. She was feverish again, hopefully the medicine would take care of that.
"Doctor?" Rose's voice was quiet. "Doctor, I'm cold."
"Well we'll have to fix that won't we?" The Doctor crawled into bed with Rose. She sighed softly and snuggled into him. Her face was hot on his bare chest and the Doctor stroked her hair. He lay there listening her breathing deepen as she drifted off. What was wrong with his Rose? The symptoms presented as normal Earth flu, but he had a nagging feeling it was something else. The medicine should have taken down her fever immediately. He shifted restlessly, but stopped when Rose moaned. The Doctor tried to settle down. He concentrated on slowing his heart beats until he reached a deep meditative state. Rose needed to rest and so he needed to be still.
An: Well that's all for now. If you like it review! Cos I really have no idea how you guys feel about it. Also if you have anything you want to see in the story don't hesitate to ask and I will do my best!