One Week After
Sleep had been one of the unexpected things. Noon on Monday, Rose opened the door to his room and found the Doctor and half the duvet sprawled across the floor.
"Doctor, get up! You need to eat something."
The Doctor mumbled something.
"Doctor, come on, you've been like that for twelve hours."
"Sorry, how long?" He twisted to look at her through half-closed eyes. "No, no, I don't sleep for twelve hours. I only need one, I'm a Time Lord…" His hair, which had grown abnormally long in just a week, managed to point in every compass direction at once. There was even a beard coming in. "I don't… Rose?"
She backed out of his room, shaking with muffled laughter that carried all the way back down the stairs.