▷ The Right Kind of Doctor
Prompted by Anon
Rose had been sick for 3 days, 9 hours and 47 minutes. The Doctor had been worrying himself into a frenzy for 3 days, 9 hours and 45 minutes.
He couldn’t believe it took him 2 whole minutes to detect the common cold virus!
He crept into her room where she lay dozing on her pink satin sheets, wrapped in her quilt she’d brought from her room at Jackie’s. Thanks to the Doctor, Rose’s room looked like the little shop at the hospital had blown up in it. Several bouquets of flowers sat on her night table, bunches of brightly colored balloons floated in the corner and at least a dozen Get Well cards littered the floor. Easing into the chair beside her bed (his constant perch for the last 3 days, 9 hours and 45 minutes), he pulled out his sonic to take her temperature for at least the 37th time that day.
Rose stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes just enough to glare disapprovingly at the device that was buzzing away at her forehead.
“Doctor”, she murmured, “I don’t think my temperature had changed in the last half hour.”
“Rose, I’m the Doctor…quite literally as a matter of fact, please let me take care of you. Can I get you anything?”
“Some tea? The TARDIS makes a lovely tea with cold-fighting properties.”
“No, Doctor, I just…”
“Are you hungry? You should eat, Rose. That’s the best way to keep your strength up.”
Rose gave him a withering stare.
“Doctor, please, could you…”
“Do you need to get up? I could help you to the bathroom if you want.”
“Doctor, what I really want is for you to be quiet for 30 seconds.”
“I’m sorry, Rose, I’m just worried about you and I don’t really know what to do when humans are sick,” His voice rose several octaves with every word. “I just want to make you better and I don’t know how and I just…”
“Oh my Doctor, you’re doing a brilliant job. I mean,” she said, gesturing around the room, “some of this might be overkill, but it’s very sweet.”
“Thank you, Rose.” His voice was calmer now. “I’m sorry, what were you trying to tell me?”
She shifted her body into a half-sitting position and smiled at him.
“I was going to say that I’m feeling much better and a bit of a cuddle might be all I need to be completely cured.”
The Doctor grinned back at her as he stood to slip his shoes and jacket off.
“Oh really, Ms. Tyler? Do cuddles have medicinal qualities that I’m unaware of?”
“The do when they’re from the right Doctor.”
“Ahh I see. Well you’re in luck because I believe I am just the Doctor you need,” he whispered as he molded his body to hers and pressed a kiss to the back of her head.