The Doctor was lying unconscious on the ground. Rose ran to him and knelt down, turning him over to place him in her lap.

"Doctor, wake up!" she shouted. "Are you alright?"

Silence. The Doctor was sweating, flushed pink, and he was very hot. He cracked his eyes open for a brief minute to see nothing but blurriness. He was not aware of his surroundings. He also couldn't make out whoever was talking. Unable to keep his eyes open, his eyelids slid shut, drifting back into unconsciousness.

"Mum!" Rose screamed. "Help me get him inside!"

Jackie immediately joined Rose in trying to lift the tall and lanky man inside, only for them to realize how heavy he was when he was limp. Rose held the top, while Jackie held onto the Doctor's legs, Rose walking backward and Jackie forward. It was like moving furniture.

"Heave, ho!" Rose instructed once they got to the couch. The two women heaved the Doctor onto the couch, both panting and sweating.

"I need to lay off those chocolate biscuits!" Jackie said to herself, huffing and puffing. She never thought she was so much out of shape until now.

Rose didn't say anything. She took the Doctor's wrist and felt for a pulse. There was one, his double heartbeat, beating very quickly. The Doctor himself was breathing heavily and sweating. He coughed dryly, his face twisting in pain. Rose gently stroked the Doctor's face with her hand.

"Hold on, Doctor," she said gently. "We'll take care of you."

The Doctor lay still, calming down at the touch of Rose's hand.

Jackie stepped away and returned with a thermometer, handing it to Rose. She stuck the thermometer into the Doctor's mouth, and within one minute got the result. Once Rose got a look at the thermometer, she clasped a hand over her mouth.

"Mum, he's got a high fever!" she cried worriedly. "What are we going to do?"

"Calm down, Rose, honey," Jackie assured calmly. "We just need to cool him down first. I'll get a compress for him and he will be just fine."

Tears welled in Rose's eyes as Jackie left to go to the kitchen. Rose feared things weren't alright. What if the Doctor needed hospitalisation? She couldn't exactly ring an ambulance or take him to the A&E. The Doctor was a 900 year old alien. If he was brought to a hospital they would want to keep him to analyse him or worse. However, Rose calmed herself down by remembering the Doctor once mentioning there being a Med Bay in the TARDIS. Rose wasn't sure if she would be able to care for the Doctor but it was at least better than the hospital.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Jackie felt worried for both Rose and the Doctor. When Rose wasn't happy, Jackie wasn't happy, and she knew Rose was happiest when she had her Doctor. Jackie pulled a blue and white striped dishtowel out of a drawer, turned on the sink, and ran it underneath the cold water, squeezing and wringing it out gently until she got it cold enough. She returned to the living room to find Rose, who still hadn't left the Doctor's side. Jackie placed the cold, wet towel over the Doctor's forehead, causing him to wake up.

"Mmm?" The Doctor groaned weakly as he opened his dark colored eyes. He realised he wasn't in the TARDIS, causing him to look around frantically only to find Rose standing over him. "Rose? Where-?"

"Shh..." Rose hushed quietly. "You're in Mum's flat, Doctor. You fainted and you're sick."

The Doctor gulped, his throat in severe pain. He ran his hand over his throat, face scrunched in pain. He had sore throats in the past, but none as bad as this one. This one felt like there were shards of glass in his throat.

"Doctor, what's wrong?" Rose asked him worriedly.

The Doctor placed a hand on his throat. Rose immediately realized what it was.

"You have a sore throat," she said. "Do you want some tea? It'll help soothe your throat."

The Doctor nodded, hoping the hot liquid would help. Rose got up and went to the kitchen with her mother to make the tea. Before he knew it, there was Rose again, removing the now warm towel from the Doctor's forehead.

"You fell asleep," Rose explained. "You have a high fever, so we're going to get you into bed. Can you stand up?"

The Doctor propped himself up, feeling his head throbbing. He groaned in pain, pressing his hand to his forehead. He felt an arm wrap around him from the side.

"Come on, up you go now," Rose instructed, helping the Doctor sit up. "Good, now let's get up. Slowly...slowly..."

The Doctor tried to stand up but he had very little strength. With the help of Rose, he used her to guide him up and to the nearest bedroom. She took him to the room where he recuperated from his regeneration illness, which had been quite some time ago. Rose pulled the covers back on the bed and helped the Doctor sit down, with the Doctor nearly collapsing onto it. He curled up into a ball, folding his arms close to him.

"Freezing," he croaked painfully even though his hair was soaked in sweat.

Rose immediately pulled the covers over the Doctor who was shivering.

"Here, let me get you comfortable," Rose offered, unlacing the Doctor's Converse and pulling them off. She pulled more of the blanket down to cover his socked feet. She was going to eventually try to get him to put on some comfier clothes but for now this would do. She put the Converse on top of a chair nearby and returned to the Doctor, who was already asleep. She smiled to herself as she watched the Doctor sleep soundly. His hair was ruffled, but it was no different than when he was awake, and his face was like porcelain, gentle, and flawless.

"Sleep well, Doctor." Rose said quietly as she left the room to let her Doctor rest.