The Broken DOCTOR
Rose sighed deeply. What was she going to do with these boys? Typically, she'd have to tidy up this mess created from strip poker game the boys were engaging in last night. As usual, she'd be the one who'd have to wake them up. She couldn't stand it any longer. She already had many things to worry and fret over... mainly the Doctor.
She knew he was suffering the loss of Madame Du Pompadore. He'd taken the news of her death pretty badly. Firstly, he no longer cared for personal hygiene, went around smelling like a cigarette factory, with his normal quiff all shaggy and sad now. He had grown stubble, which Rose didn't admire one bit.
She blushed. Why should she care if The Doctor was presentable to her or not? I mean, it wasn't as if she fancied him or anything...
Talk of the devil, in came He.
He waddled in, his enormous beer belly flopping onto the table. He wore sunglasses, even though they were in the Tardis.
"Alright?" She asked. The Doctor was holding his head in his hands.
"Please, Rose, don't shout...I've got a thumping headache."
Rose turned to the cooker and gnashed silently. What a cheek! He and Mickey's escapades had kept HER up half the night, and now he wanted sympathy? This alcohol problem was getting out of hand, she realised it now.
"Perhaps you shouldn't have drank that full bottle of tequilla." She said through pursed lips, frying some bacon, not wanting to turn round and see the man who she once... admired?
The Doctor was helping himself to a quick hangover remedy- a bottle of scotch.
"A bet is a bet, Rosie- Posie," He coughed, lighting up a cigar.
Rose banged down the frying pan she was holding. The Doctor watched her through his tinted specs, but said nothing.
All was silent in the big brother Tardis...
Rose continued to fry some bacon, but the Doctor was making her feel sick now , anyway.
The Doctor downed a good ¾ of his scotch, some spilling down his too-tight brown pinstripe suit, still watching Rose from behind.
Rose, he thought. How he cared for her! He knew how upset she was to see him in this state, but, oh god, how much this alcohol blinded him from this pain... the pain of knowing that Mickey was to propose to this woman he had loved since he first laid eyes on her.