Donna spluttered under the spray from the shower, pushing her hair out of her eyes. "Turn it off! What the hell are you doing?"
The Doctor supported her, both of them still dressed, her in her pajamas, and him still in his shirt and trousers, allowing the spray to wash over both of them. "Your fever spiked, and this was the fastest way I could think of to bring it down."
"Putting me in the shower?" she asked as she tried to reach the faucet to turn off the water. The Doctor gently took her hand and stopped her.
"Yes, now just stay here for a minute or two." He shivered under the cold water, but he could see Donna was still flushed from her fever. She had fallen asleep in his arms, but her temperature had continued to rise during the night. He had frantically removed her dressing gown, then dragged her here to the shower, barely conscious. He was relieved the water had at least brought her back to herself enough to be yelling at him.
"Crazy spaceman," she muttered, but let him enfold her in his arms, supporting her. He could feel her skin cooling, so he turned off the water. Now he had to get her into dry clothes before she got too chilled. He hadn't really considered that when he had started this plan. He maneuvered them out of the shower and grabbed a towel from the shelf nearby, wrapping it around her.
"Can you manage drying yourself off and getting dressed?" he asked, rubbing the towel over her arms and back.
" 'Course I can, don't be daft," Donna mumbled, leaning away from him and pulling the towel around her. "You're all wet, too."
"Yes, but I'm more worried about you right now." He put his arm around her, leading her back to her room. "Let's get you into something dry."
She let him steer her toward her room. "You're getting water everywhere," she said.
"Yes, I'll clean it up later." He managed to get her to her room, and left her standing in the middle of the room, still clutching the towel, as he went to the wardrobe to find another nightgown for her. He said, "We'll just do this fast, yeah?"
Donna nodded, then obediently raised her arms over her head so he could pull the wet gown off of her. He pulled the dry one over her head. "Hello!" she said, as her head emerged from the new nightgown.
He chuckled. "Hello indeed." He steered her over to the bed, trying not to get her wet again. "Now, just sit her for a tic while I go get dried off and get you some tea, alright?"
She nodded. "I'm really feeling much better. I could make the tea."
"I'm glad you are feeling better, but you still need to rest. Just wait here, won't be long." He sprinted back to the bathroom for another towel, and quickly changed into a dry shirt and trousers while the kettle boiled. He returned to Donna's room, finding her still sitting exactly where he had left her. Now he knew she still didn't feel well - she never would have been so obedient otherwise. "Here, drink this."
She took the mug, smiling at him gratefully. "Thank you. You're being terribly patient with me."
"Don't worry, it won't last," he replied, sitting next to her on the bed. "Are you sleepy?"
She shook her head. "Not really. My head still feels fuzzy though. Maybe I'll just lie down for a bit." She put her mug of tea on the table, curling up on the bed. "When I was small, my dad used to tell me stories when I was sick, to help me sleep."
"Would you like a story?"
"That would be nice. Only if you want to, though."
He put his mug on the table next to hers, and stretched out behind her on the bed, loosely draping his arm over her waist. She sighed and snuggled back into him. He thought for a moment, then said, "There once was a beautiful planet called Gallifrey..."