The Doctor opened the door slowly, creeping into the dim lit room. Quietly he went over to the bed resting against one the walls. Rose was curled up at the top, her hair a mess, face pale, and body shaking every few seconds.

She lifted her head slightly when the Doctor sat down on the bedside mumbling, "'ullo."

"Hey," the Doctor smiled and brought a hand up to brush the hair out of her face. "How're you doing?"

"Icky," Rose yawned, stretching herself out under the covers.

"I'm sorry," the Doctor sympathized. "It's my fault. I should have remembered that in the year 84500, planet Yuijk had that airborne virus. And now you're miserable."

"'S not your fault," Rose said. "Stop apologizing."

"But it is," the Doctor wined. "And I want to do something for you."

"You're already taking care of me."
"Yeah, but, but I want to do something else!" the Doctor smiled. "Oh! Oh, are you hungry? Rose?"

"Hungry?" Rose raised a brow. "Erm... I guess?"

"Good!" the Doctor grinned and hopped up. "Cos I'm gonna make you the best supper-in-bed you have ever had!"

With that said, he bolted out the door. Rose sighed and pushed herself up on the cushions into a sitting position, waiting his return.

Turned out, the Doctor didn't return for three hours.

"Goodness you took a while," Rose smiled when he came back in carrying a lidded tray.

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that," the Doctor said sheepishly as he sat beside her again and set the tray on her lap. "Sorta a long story behind that. See I was going to make you this mouth-watering Tilke soup to help your throat, but I didn't have any potatoes so I took a trip over to Ukalo, then I found out I didn't have any Sawpigte spice so I had to go to—"

"It's fine, Doctor," Rose laughed as she put a finger to his mouth, stopping his long story. "I'm sure in the end it's going to taste great."

"It would have," the Doctor mumbled and turned his head away. "If I hadn't burned the whole thing and then set the kitchen on fire…"

"You what?" Rose coughed.

"I ruined your soup," the Doctor buried his head in his hands. "I thought soup would be easier to make than toast, but I can't even make that! I'm such a horrible friend. I can't even make you a nice dinner."

"Doctor," Rose reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay. I don't need a fancy soup. You just staying with me while I'm sick is enough. 'K?"

She gave him a smile as big as she could when he turned to her. He couldn't help but return her grin.

"Alright, but I still got you a nice supper, even though I didn't make it," he said and scooted closer. Reaching out he took the lid off the tray with a "Ta-da!"

Rose blinked and stared down at the meal on her lap.

"Fish and chips?" she laughed.

"Yeah!" the Doctor moved so that he was sitting right beside her. "And enough so we can share!" He snatched a chip from the tray and popped it into his mouth with a grin. "Perfect dinner for my sick Rose!"

Rose laughed as she nodded in agreement and took a chip for herself.