You know the drill. The Disclaimer. Righto. I DO NOT own Doctor Who, or basically any copyrighted material mentioned in this story. The only thing i own is this story idea, i lost my mind to the media aaaages ago.

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Last time: In his eyes there was something, something he was trying to hide. It wasn't worry for Rose, because that was coming out plain sight, it was something more confidential, something he didn't want Rose to know, but what was it? Well, there was only one way to find out.

Rose tried to call out his name, but her mouth was so dry only a croaking noise came out. She closed her eyes again in both exhaustion and annoyance, and she felt herself placed carefully onto a bed which she found out, was a lot more comfy than in her room. When she could talk again, Rose would question The Doctor about this.

The arms which had been wrapped around her body, soothing Rose by stroking her back left her, the cold sensation of The Doctor's lower body temperature now lost. Rose whimpered a bit at the loss of contact, but cringed when she realised how loud the noise had actually been.

'It's okay Rose,' The Doctor said quietly. 'I'm just going to get you a glass of water to soothe your throat, and a bandage for your arm.'

Rose forced her eyes open once more, and turned her head to look at her arm, wincing at the results. The Doctor's tie had been tightly wrapped around her upper arm, cutting off the circulation as much as it could. Surprisingly, there was only a small twinge of pain every once in awhile, which Rose thought, was probably why she hadn't been brought to it earlier on.

'I used the sonic screwdriver to stop most of the bleeding and pain, but there's only so much it can do,' The Doctor laughed weakly. Rose could see in his eyes something was really wrong, and as soon as she got her voice back (and was able to move) she would question him, and hug him of course.

The one way conversation was brought to a close as The Doctor quickly, but quietly, left the room. Rose took this opportunity to have a look at her surroundings a bit more. Well, look around as much as she possibly could, since she was developing a banging headache, and all of her limbs were starting to ache.

Rose slowly lifted herself up, putting all of her body weight onto her arms. Rose resisted the urge to cry out in pain, (well, croak) and propped herself up, now in a sort of sitting position. She weakly brought up a pillow and adjusted it to suit her position she was in, and started to look around the room.

Now the light was on, she could see the colour scheme of the room, and in her opinion, found it relaxing. The walls were painted a light creamy brown with a dark brown skirting board made of sturdy wood. The floor wasn't made of the typical carpet, but of a dark wood colour with a glossy finish on top, the colour just a bit lighter than the skirting board itself.

On one side of the room, she could see two bookcases pushed together, and Rose squinted her eyes to see the cover of some of the books. She couldn't read a lot of them, but she did make out the first 6 Harry Potter books. Rose realised The Doctor must be reading the 7th one, for she knew he loved Harry Potter.

The bed she was lying on was a masterpiece. It could easily fit four or five full grown men on it, and the headboard matched the flooring. Simple and basic, but Rose loved it.

A memo board was hung up, but she couldn't read any of the writing on there, since it was all in Gallifreyan, the one language the Tardis wouldn't translate for her. Rose really had to ask The Doctor why this was, but she didn't really have to rush into that anytime soon.

In the corner, there was a desk with an Apple 'Mac' on. Rose hadn't ever seen this room before, and was thought it must be just another guest room.

Her thoughts changed when she turned her head slightly to the left of her to see a bedside table beside the bed. This was also made out of a wood type of material, and it was the same colour as the bookcases. But that wasn't what Rose noticed. On top of it was only one object, but it meant the world to her. A wooden photo frame, with a picture of her and The Doctor together. Rose remembered the memory fondly as if it was yesterday. The Doctor and Rose had gone back to Jackie's when it was her birthday, and they took her to Cardiff for the day. Jackie had got a new camera from all her friends who had chipped in a little amount of money each, and couldn't stop taking pictures of The Doctor and Rose. This certain picture was when they had stopped for chips, and were sitting on the harbour walls, talking and laughing fondly to each other. This was one of Rose's favourite memories, and looking at this photo frame, she guessed it was one of The Doctor's too.

'Rose, what are you doing?' The Doctor said, re-entering the room, 'You shouldn't be sitting up, how did you sit up anyway? It must be killing you!' He rushed over to the bed, placing the glass of water on the bedside table, nudging the photo frame a bit, but enough for it to fall down.

Rose coughed in response, after trying to communicate. The Doctor propped up her pillows better and placed her in a more comfortable position, without it hurting at all, which Rose found pretty impressive.

The Doctor retrieved the glass of water from the bedside table, Rose noticing his hand shaking a little.

'I've put a paracetamol into it as well, and a little something from my home planet which will make you feel much better.' He said. Rose felt a sudden warmness spread through her at his words, had he just said that there was something in there from his home planet? The warmness in her body soon turned to guilt, his home planet was gone. Surely the tablet, or medicine, whatever it was, wouldn't have an infinite supply? She was taking something else away from him.

The Doctor lowered the glass to her lips, after deciding that Rose didn't look like she would be able to hold it on her own. To his surprise, Rose pushed the glass away from her, and shook her head. The Doctor looked at her, confused. Surely she wanted to get better? So why wasn't he letting her? And that was then it dawned on him. He had told her that it involved one of the remedies from his home planet, and she must feel pretty guilty if she drank it then.

The Doctor shook his head, smiling slightly, 'Rose, just drink the water, one tablet isn't going to make me forget Gallifrey, or get depressed, so come on, drink up.'

The Doctor lowered the drink once more, showing that he wasn't going to give up. Rose hesitated for a second, cogs mentally whirring in her head, thinking if she should drink it or not. In the end, Rose opened her mouth, and the cool liquid touched her lips.

Rose had never been so happy to feel water on her lips, but it was then that she realised how thirsty she had actually been. She wanted more, but The Doctor was only letting her have small sips of the drink at a time.

'Come on Doctor, i can handle a bit more than that!' She said, laughing slightly. But then something caught onto Rose, she was able to speak again, and the aching pains coming from all over her body.

Sitting up slowly, Rose realised that she felt as good as new. The Doctor, however, wasn't as convinced, and kept one of his hands on the small of her back to steady her, just in case.

'Steady on Rose, i've never tested the remedy on humans, you don't know what could happen..' He said. Rose looked up worriedly. What did he mean 'He doesn't know what could happen'? Surely, he would of tested it before, or read up on it before? His name was The Doctor for pete's sake! Shouldn't he have done some medical research on it before it even came into contact with Rose via the air? Shouldn't he of –

Rose heard a slight chuckle from the side of her, and looking round, she could see The Doctor was trying to hold back a grin. Of course he had checked it, it was from his home planet, and he wouldn't just risk something like that, especially on her.

Rose looked at his face, noting each freckle, carefully placed onto his face as if someone had mapped each one out carefully, as individually as eachother.

Rose looked up at his hair, her most favourite (if she had to choose!) part of his body. He was sporting the whole 'just rolled out of bed' look, which was most likely the fact that he HAD just got out of bed, judging by his glazed over expression, and the fact that he was wearing just...pyjama bottoms.

Rose looked down at his torso, but almost immediately went back to looking at his face after she realised what she was doing. She heard The Doctor chuckle, which made Rose blush even more.

In that split second she had looked down, Rose had realised what actually did lie beneath his layers of Jackets, and t shirts, and what else he would wear to cover up in as many layers as possible. He wasn't muscled, but Rose didn't really like over muscled men. The Doctor was more, toned, than muscled, and with slight chest hair forming a 'T' shape down his chest. Rose couldn't help herself, and licked her lips greedily at a certain arm wrapped around her waist.

'You okay there?' The Doctor said, a cheeky glint in his eyes. Rose swore he knew what she had been thinking. Could he do that? Well, that was one more thing Rose should put on the big list of 'things which Rose Tyler needs to ask The Doctor about', along with a load of other things on her mind. Which reminded her.

'Doctor, are you okay?'

Ooo, which question is it going to be, and what will The Doctor's answer be to that certain question? Only one or two chapters left to go people, so come over to my homely home called the review centre, and drop me some stardust!!! :)

Ohhh... and i got a few 'littler' story ideas from writing this chapter, and if you would like to point anymore out to me from this chapter somehow, then i will be more than grateful :)