A/N - A big thank you goes out to MayFairy! I love your writing and it means a lot that you like this story :) Thank you to everyone who's followed the story, as well!
Disclaimer - I don't own Doctor Who.
"Doctor. Doctor!" A pause. "DOCTOR!"
"I'm right here. There's no need to-" The Doctor froze in the doorway, taking in the scene before him with a furrowed brow. Emma was sprawled out on the floor, one hand gripping her bed as she attempted to pull herself up. "-shout. Why are you on the floor? I told you to stay in bed and rest."
"Yeah, I know, but then I had to go to the bathroom." Her hand slipped off of the bed, getting rid of the one and a quarter inch she finally had between her torso and the floor. "I was hoping I could walk again, but apparently not." She looked up at him. "A little help would be appreciated, you know."
His eyes widened. "Right, of course!" He made his way to her side, scooping her up in his arms. "To the toilet?"
"Unless you want me to pee all over you." Her response to his grimace was a large smile, wrapping her arms around his neck. "So, this poison is going to wear off at some point, isn't it? I'd really like to use my legs."
"Course it's gonna wear off. In about twelve hours or so..."
"What was that?"
"Nothing! So, uh, me carrying you...kind of like you're a damsel in distress, yeah?"
She craned her head back, glaring up at him. "Yes, obviously." She waited a second before saying, "Or the husband carrying his wife over the threshold before they ravish each other in the marriage bed."
The Doctor's face turned pink. "Yes, well..." He just about dropped her, and if she had any feeling in her lower body, she'd probably be in pain. "The TARDIS could use a little fixing up, don't you think?" He took a few steps back before spinning around and dashing down the hallway.
"Wait, I was just joking!" She pushed herself up so her back was against the wall. "Doctor, come back! You could have at least finished the job and dropped me off at my destination before you ran away! Jerk!"