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The Doctor burst into Donna's room. He leapt onto the bed of his very best friend, flopping down on his side beside her. The entire bed quaked and bounced. "Donna? Donna. Donna, wake up! Donna. DONNA!" he jiggled her shoulder.
She groaned and kicked him off the bed. He landed on the floor with a thud but was so excited, he got up as if it never happened.
"Come on, sleepyhead! You've got all the time in the world to sleep, I should know! Let's go!" He began tugging on the blankets.
Donna held onto the covers tightly. She could feel the soreness in her throat as she tried to tell the Doctor to bugger off. Instead she just coughed, a lot.
"Oh no, Donna. Don't you dare. You can't get sick today, not today!"
"Stop shouting, you git." She warned in a raspy voice, covering her head with a pillow.
"Don't worry, Donna. I've got just the thing for a cold." He pushed out his chest, straightening his back. He grabbed hold of her robe hanging behind the door, and tied the sleeves around his neck, wearing it as a cape. He gave a salute even though she couldn't see, and strode heroically out into the hall.
Minutes later, he entered again, silky cape/robe billowing behind him, this time carrying a cuppa in one hand and a bowl of soup in the other. Donna peered out at him from under the duvet.
"Did you make that?" she asked suspiciously.
"No, silly, I had help." The Tardis hummed louder, and Donna's fear of eating anything the Doctor had made quelled instantly. The time he tried to put together a three-tiered banoffee pie would scar her for life.
The Doctor placed the items down on the bedside table, and reached into his pocket. "Take these, Doctor's orders." He grinned a classic smile.
Donna obediently swallowed the two pills, and sipped her tea. The Doctor sat on the edge of the bed, scooting backward so his spine was flush against the headboard. Donna looked up at him from reddened, puffy eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" her voice was nasally. Her congestion had 5 o'clock traffic beat by a mile.
He smiled, "Waiting for you to get better, what else?"
"Colds last days, Spaceman. I'm sorry, but I think our trip to…" she thought for a moment, "Jupiter Chime, or whatever it's called, is gonna have to wait." She ended the sentence on a sneeze.
"Bless." He handed her the box of tissues. "And it's Jedi Prime, Donna, not Jupiter Chime. You're gonna love it! Jedi Prime: a planet devoted to all things Star Wars." He described, wonderment lacing his tone, a faraway look in his eyes, he might have even started to daydream.
Another round of sneezes brought him back to reality.
"Gesundheit." The Doctor said after watching her sneeze, finding it oddly comical. She caught his amused expression and tossed a pillow at him. He gave a small laugh at her behavior, feisty even when she's sick. "Eat your soup and get some rest, Donna. As a matter of fact, I think I'll get some for myself, too. Always love a good soup, me. Love the slurping." He winked, and left her alone.
He walked down the corridor towards Donna's room a few minutes later, whistling Spirit in the Sky by Doctor and the Medics, bowl in one hand, a movie he could watch with Donna in the other. Had to pass the time somehow, right?
He reached her open door but sighed when he saw her passed out on the bed. "Oh well," he sighed, "guess that medicine is working faster than I planned."
He put the film on anyway, made sure Donna was tucked in, ate his soup, and waited.