Disclaimer: Nope, don't own it. Doctor Who is property of BBC.

A/N: Finally, another update :D! Sorry it took so long, should have listened to my better judgment on writing two multy-chapter stories at once XD.


Chapter 7

Thunk! "Ahn!"

Rose started awake, and ran a hand over her face. 'That sound had come from the living room, one guess who caused it.' She glanced at the clock on her bedside table, *2:39 AM*, and groaned. 'Maybe it wasn't him, maybe it was someone in the hall outside the flat...' She thought hopefully.

An image of The Doctor cowering in a corner, trying to explain a destroyed living room to her Mum, flashed through her mind.

Rose sighed, through the covers off, and swung herself around to a sitting position. 'If she found any of the electronics, in parts all over the living room, she was gonna kill him.'

She pushed herself from the bed and walked into the hall.

"Doctor?" she called groggily, as she entered the living-room. He didn't reply. 'He couldn't be asleep could he? She had never seen him fall asleep twice in one day before...'

Rose walked around the side of the couch, but instead of finding the Doctor in the make-shift bed on the couch, she found him on the floor, clutching the side of his head.

"Doctor!" Rose shifted the coffee table over so she could kneel down next to him. She put one hand on his shoulder and used the other to tilt his head up to face her.

"Doctor, are you all right? What happened?"

He stirred and, for a moment, just seemed to stare up at her with pain-glazed eyes. Rose was about to ask him again if he was alright, when he blinked, and the pain she had seen their was gone.

"Yea-yea I'm fine" he answered as he pushed himself up to a sitting position. "Just fell off the couch, and managed to, um, re-bash my head." He added, smiling sheepishly, still clutching at the side of his head.

'In the same spot that he had bumped his head the afternoon previously' Rose noted.

She sighed, stood, and then offered her hand down to help him up. "At this rate, I'm gonna have to start rapping you in bubble rap." Rose joked, smirking.

The Doctor raised an eyebrow as he accepted Rose's hand. "Says the jeopardy friendly one." He added.

Rose snorted, and was about to remind him that he was the one who took her to places where she could be 'jeopardy friendly', but she never got the chance.

As soon as the Doctor was on his feet his eyes drifted shut, and he swayed dangerously to the left. Rose jumped out and grabbed his shoulder to stop him from falling back down to the floor.

The Doctor recovered a moment later, smiling apologetically at Rose "Sorry, got a bit light headed for a moment their." His hand shifted slightly away from the lump on his forehead. "Must be all these bumps to my head, maybe I should invest in a helmet…" He said, with that contemplative look that meant he was about to launch into a completely pointless rant.

But Rose wasn't paying attention. When he had moved his hand away from his head, she couldn't help but notice the smeared red mark it left behind.

"You're bleeding." Rose said in concern.

"… actually, a banana would be nice about now, does Jackie have any laying about?" The doctor asked, his musing's on purchasing a helmet somehow leading up to banana's. "…Wait, what?"

"You're bleeding." Rose repeated, indicating to his forehead.

The Doctor seemed to pause and take that bit of information in for a moment, before bringing his hand down to examine it.

"So I am." He said, regarding his now red hand with raised eyebrows.

Rose couldn't help but wince as the deep gash, cutting through the lump he had gained yesterday, became visible.

"Come on, we'd better go an' get that patched up." She said, as she pulled him to the bathroom.

"Rose, that's really not necessary . It's just a scratch, head wounds always look worse than they actually are." The Doctor complained, as he limped along behind her, his leg still smarting from the incident in the stairwell.

"Than you can explain to my Mum why you bled all over her flat." Rose was pleased to note that her comment had seemed to silence his complaints.

Once they were in the bathroom Rose sat the doctor down on the edge of the bathtub, while she withdrew the med-kit from the corner she had stuffed it in after its last use.

As Rose pulled what was needed out of the med-kit, she remembered the pain she saw in his eyes when she found him on the floor. 'That was more than just bumping his head on the coffee table. Even now, she could see the Doctor's eyes were still a little glazed over and dull. As much as he was trying to hide it, the headache was clearly back, which meant the virus was still there. She never really believed that it would come on so strongly one second and just disappear the next. That was the reason she used the excuse of his injuries to keep him in her Mum's flat, where she could keep an eye on him.'

Rose had finished pulling out what she needed and began to dab at the gash on the Doctor's forehead with a damp cloth. He had winced a few times, but stayed unusually quiet throughout the process.

When she was satisfied that the wound was clean, she placed a large bandage over top of it.

"Their, done." Rose said satisfied, backing up to examine her work.

"Thank you nurse Tyler." The Doctor said, smirking at her, his eyebrow raised.

Rose smiled back and began to clean up the mess, and the Doctor got up off the edge of the tub to help her.

Once they were done, the Doctor shoved the med-kit back to the corner from whence it came. Turned back to face Rose, and stopped dead, eye's widening in surprise.

"Oh… That's not good." Was all he got out before his eye's rolled back, and he collapsed to the floor.

"Doctor!" Rose yelled as she dove forward, managing to break his fall just enough to stop him from adding yet another head injury to the list.

She rolled him flat on his back "Doctor? Doctor, can you hear me?" she called as she clapped his cheek. No response. He was completely still, not even the slightest sign of movement. 'Oh no.' Rose thought, panic beginning to rise.

She leaned forward, held her ear over his mouth… and heard nothing. He wasn't breathing.