A/N - So sorry this took so long! I was sick :( Which sort of helped with this chapter...

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"Emma?" The Doctor gave a quick knock on the door before he peeked into the room. He assumed the lump under the blankets was Emma. "Are you cross with me?" He didn't get an answer, so he stepped inside. "I'm sorry that I stepped on your foot last night...and knocked you into that man with the glasses of champagne...and grabbed onto your dress when I tripped, and ripped it off in front of everyone...but I didn't mean to do those things!" With a sigh, he sat on the edge of the bed. "Would you just speak to me? Plea-" He blinked when he heard a muffled cough. "Well, interrupting me like that was a bit-" Then there was a sneeze. "Emma?"

She slowly lowered the covers beneath her chin, moaning. There were tears in her eyes and he frowned, helping her to sit up. "Doctor, I don't feel very well."

"You don't look very well, either. No offense..." He pressed his palm to her forehead, then the back of his hand. "You do feel a bit warm." He grabbed her jaw. "Say 'ah'."

"Throat hurts too much."

"Uh-huh." He nodded, moving his hands down to rub circles on the sides of her neck.

She furrowed her brow. "What are you doing?"

"I have no idea. I've seen people do it, I think it's something to do with glands." He let his arms fall to his sides. "How about some tea? Biscuits? Eggs? A bowl of-"

"Tea!" She cut him off, wincing as she cleared her throat. "Tea is fine, thanks."

"Alright! I'll be back in a bit."

When a half an hour had passed and the Doctor hadn't come back, Emma dragged herself out of bed and went to look for him. She felt so awful, she thought of all the ways she could die while walking through the hallway. When she made it to the kitchen, she was surprised to see that everything was covered in noodle and some yellow substance. "What the hell?"

The Doctor turned away from the counter, a sheepish smile on his face. "Well, see, while I was making your tea, I realized that every ill person should have soup. I can make a brilliant omelette, if I do say so myself, so why not some soup? It sort of," scratching the back of his neck with one hand, he gestured around the room with the other. "exploded."

"Right." She sniffled, nodding her head slowly. "Doctor, why don't you forget the tea and soup and watch the telly with me? Some old comedy show is on, watch it with me until I fall asleep, would you?"

"Oh. Of course. I do have your tea, though!" He grabbed the mug from the counter and handed it to her.

Holding her steaming cup close to her face and leaning against the Doctor for support, Emma made her way back to her bedroom. "Doctor, you're pretty great."

"I know."

Surprisingly, that didn't get him an elbow to the stomach, but a kiss on his cheek. He smiled.

A/N - I hope it was worth the wait! I would have killed to have the Doctor with me this past week :P