Rose silently crept in to the Doctor's room. The lights were still very dim, but still light enough to see him sprawled on his stomach across the bed.
"Doctor?" she whispered.
"Unghh? Am tyin too sleebb..." He replied, half of his face plastered on the pillow.
"Well, I got you some medicine stuff that you should probably take, around now if you want to feel better anytime soon..." Rose pushed.
"Medashin?" He spoke, before turning onto his back so he could speak better.
"Have fun with the medi-cabinet?" He continued, smirking lazily.
"Loads," She smiled, "have fun with your new pyjamas?"
"Yeah," His smile grew wider, "These are just brilliant! Very comfy, just my size, and funny too! The perfect PJs, thank you Rose Tyler. You're brilliant!"
"Aww shucks. Now here's the medicine I have acquired for you because I'm so brilliant, the screen thingy said to take one every four hours until the whole bottle is gone."
The Doctor shuffled into a sitting position on the bed, sniffling a bit and throwing in a few throat clearings, fighting the painful urge to cough. He took the bottle, scooped out a pill and popped it in his mouth, washing it down with the water on his bedside table.
"Did it have any side effects?" He asked after downing the water.
"Uhh...yes! It said something about feeling really cold..."
"Riiiight..." He looked at her, cocking his eyebrow.
10 Minutes Later...
"It's too cold!" The Doctor whined, for the billionth time. He was snuggled up on his bed with three blankets wrapped around him, socks and new slippers on, gloves, and an extremely long multi-coloured scarf.
"Bloody medicine..." Rose whispered under her breath, returning once again from the Med Bay, but with a hot water bottle in hand.
The medicine turned out working great at first, his headache disappearing within the first few minutes, his sniffling and sneezing ceased almost instantly along with his nausea, and his sore and scratchy throat felt like it had been, quote, "Coated in amazing golden honey of greatness."
But then the side effects kicked in.
To be honest, the Doctor looked hilarious. He was really just a head popping out of a big load of blankets and things to keep him hot.
"I can't get warm! The damn medicine is cooling me from the inside out, so I need to get warm on the inside, not the outside." The Doctor pouted.
"Warm on the inside...?" Rose thought, and devised a plan.
"Be right back..." She said, leaving the room.
Rose returned sometime later with two cups of tea, hot banana muffins and a copy of Valentines Day. Oh yes, and she was in her pyjamas too. Long pink pants with yellow dots on, and a yellow shirt that read "Forget love, I'd rather fall in chocolate." in pink writing.
The Doctor had not realised that she had came back yet, as he was under the bed cover shivering in a ball. Rose put in Valentines Day, put the tea and muffins on the bedside table and crawled under the covers.
"Hello!" She whispered loudly to the dimly lit face of the Doctor under the covers.
"Hi!" He whispered back, equally as loud.
"Fancy watching Valentines Day with some tea and banana muffins? Otherwise known as the warm and fuzzy combo?" Rose asked, tongue poking out between her teeth.
"Love to." He replied, still slightly shivering. That shivering stopped though as Rose pressed play and snuggled right up next to him, her side pressing against his.
An extremely welcome wave of heat rolled through his body and Rose's body heat radiated off of her like a fire.
He sipped his tea and sighed contentedly as the warm liquid seeped down his throat.
And don't even get him started on the banana muffins, they were heaven in muffin form.
Especially when Rose began to eat hers, that is when the heat became slightly tingly. The way she licked her lips after almost every bite had the Doctor concentrating on the movie rather intensely.
Then Rose laid her head on his shoulder, which was the absolute worst possible thing she could do. Why? Because with every breath, the air danced across the Doctor's neck and collar bone, leaving a trail of heat in it's path.
The Doctor was now feeling very warm, the last remnants of the medicines side effects being masked by the glowing heat he was feeling. He turned the TV off noticing Rose had fallen asleep, an leaned back closing his eyes, slipping further in to unconsciousness...
A/N:
Did you like it? :D
Two days with updates in a row? I'm just great! Hahah
And yes, I do own Rose's pyjamas... though I don't own Doctor Who, so no copyright infringement involved!
And RIP Nicholas Courtney, Doctor Who legend! :(
Till next time, on ACHOO!
