"Doctor" Amy said

He was starting to get tired of Amy asking questions over and over again while his head was pounding. He sighed "Yes, Amy?"

"What's wrong with River?"

"I don't know." He stared at the screen, one hand holding it steady, and one hand rubbing his head. "It says her body temperature has risen quite a bit since yesterday."

"That sounds bad."

"Well it's definitely not good!" he snaps.

"Sorry."

"It – it's fine, I'm just not feeling well."

"I know, is there anything I can do?"

He sniffed "Some tea would be nice."

"Okay, I'll be back."

"Amy, wait."

"Yeah?"

"Where's Rory?"

"He went to bed early, you know, long day. And Lucy?"

"Sleeping. I told her there was nothing else for her to do."

"Where's she sleeping?"

"My bed."

"Please don't tell me you're not going to bed tonight."

"I have to find Lucy's parents."

"Can't you do that tomorrow after you've slept?"

"I don't need sleep!"

"You do right now! Go to bed!"

"No, you."

"Excuse me?"

"Aren't you going to bed?"

"Of course, but you need to sleep too."

He found himself with two feet of space in his bed. But he didn't blame Lucy, he told her he wasn't going to sleep.

He found himself sleeping on the floor, with a box of tissues next to his pillow.

Lucy's eyes shot open when she heard "HIT-SSSCHOO!" from a few feet away. "You okay?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"I could be better."

"How's River?"

"I haven't seen her since she went to bed."

"You mean since you sent her to her room?"

"She was sick, she needed to go to bed."

"And you just decided to go to bed? You're sick too."

"I'm going to sleep now so shut up."

"Do you want to sleep here? We could switch places."

"No it's fine, I'm too tired to . . ." he trailed off.

"What?"

"Shh. I hear footsteps." He whispered. He slowly stood up, a tissue still in his hand. As he walked toward the door, the footsteps got quicker. He opened the door, only to see Rory, grabbing a box of tissues out of the closet.

"Not you too." He said quietly, but not quiet enough to keep Rory from hearing him.

Rory sighed "Yes, me."

"But how?"

"I don't know, but I don't want Amy to get sick, so I'm sleeping on the floor." His voice was hoarse and congested, sounding a lot worse than the Doctor did.

"Well you better get some rest, either way."

"Yeah, well goodnight."

"Goodnight."

By the time the Doctor turned around Lucy was already asleep.