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“The TARDIS should have prevented any viral infections,” the Doctor said, like that was supposed to make her feel better.
“Oh, great,” Peri said hoarsely, hugging a blanket tighter around her shoulders. “Is there anything on this ship that actually works?”
“Do be quiet, Peri, I’m trying to concentrate,” said the Doctor, looking at the medbay monitor.
His bedside manner leaves something to be desired, Peri thought.
“A mild case of the Tridonian flu,” the Doctor pronounced. “Won’t last more than a day or so. How about I make you some tea? You’ll feel better.”
And, oddly enough, she did.