A/N: The very first one shot I wrote for my friend. I really like it, I hope you guys do too!
River had a dreadful cold, as she lay in her bed, hyped up on as much cold medicine her body could handle- and a pile of wrinkled, used tissues on her bedside table. 'Worse than a hangover' she thought. The room she shared with the Doctor in the TARDIS was much more than luxurious. The TARDIS really did spoil River when she visited. River's stuffed up head was propped up on two goose down pillows, her fevered body wrapped in plenty of wool blankets. It was around noon, when the Doctor walked into the dark room, and turned the light on, carrying a tray. River hissed as the light hit her eyes, which caused a pulsing ache in her head. Recovering from the bashing of her skull, she noticed the tray the Doctor was holding.
"What have you brought me, sweetie?"
The Doctor had a wide-spread grin across his face. "I made you soup!" He explained. "It's chicken noodle...Did you know they make /tiny/ chickens?!" The Doctor boasted, rather ecstatic about his made up existence of tiny chickens. "Look- Tiny chickens!" The Doctor nearly shoved the bowl of scalding hot soup, pointing to a chunk of chicken.
River chuckled faintly. "Sweetie, I think they cut the chicken into pieces." She tried her best to smile, though she felt like rubbish. The Doctor placed the tray in her lap, and began to feed her- the spoon he held was stopped by River's hand. He looked at her- he was being given a glare. "I can feed myself, sweetie." The Doctor placed his hands above his head in surrender, and backed away from the bowl like it was a bomb.
He shifted his position. As River ate, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders- pulling her closer. At first, River tried to get out of her husbands grasp- but after the realization that he was /warm/ her body nearly melted into his. She looked up at him.
"I don't want to get you sick." She uttered, in a very stuffed up tone. The Doctor only chuckled, and handed her a tissue.
"I think you're worth it."