Fill- Challenge 50 (DW)
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tenminutesaday Whoooo trying to do this before a storm comes!!
(Ten and Donna)
Donna read the blue flashing numbers on the TARDIS' medical instrument. "Okay, 112.455 degrees. Is that good or bad?"
The Doctor gave a pained moan. "Oh that's bad. That's really bad. Galactic equivalent of a fever., " he answered, reaching a hand to his face in an attempt to scratch a big green spot.
"Oi! None of that! You'll make it worse, whatever It is." she chastised him. The Doctor's companion began searching through a shelf of vials and bottles. "So, a fever. Do you have some sort of, space Ibuprofen or anything?"
The Doctor sneezed. "You know, you don't have to nurse me, Donna."
"Well you didn't have to breathe in all that purple...whatever when we landed, Spaceman" she countered.
"Praxis gas" he corrected. "And" he coughed a little "could you bring me some celery? Should be some in the kitchen if we're not out. Haven't checked in a few decades."
Donna rolled her eyes, handing him a small cup of water. "You're kidding. You're in here sick and you ask me to go look for celery? "
"Please Donna" he nearly pleaded.
"All right, sunshine. " Donna said, making her way to the kitchen. She did care for the Doctor, but some days he could be an absolute child if he felt bad.
(Ten and Donna)
Donna read the blue flashing numbers on the TARDIS' medical instrument. "Okay, 112.455 degrees. Is that good or bad?"
The Doctor gave a pained moan. "Oh that's bad. That's really bad. Galactic equivalent of a fever., " he answered, reaching a hand to his face in an attempt to scratch a big green spot.
"Oi! None of that! You'll make it worse, whatever It is." she chastised him. The Doctor's companion began searching through a shelf of vials and bottles. "So, a fever. Do you have some sort of, space Ibuprofen or anything?"
The Doctor sneezed. "You know, you don't have to nurse me, Donna."
"Well you didn't have to breathe in all that purple...whatever when we landed, Spaceman" she countered.
"Praxis gas" he corrected. "And" he coughed a little "could you bring me some celery? Should be some in the kitchen if we're not out. Haven't checked in a few decades."
Donna rolled her eyes, handing him a small cup of water. "You're kidding. You're in here sick and you ask me to go look for celery? "
"Please Donna" he nearly pleaded.
"All right, sunshine. " Donna said, making her way to the kitchen. She did care for the Doctor, but some days he could be an absolute child if he felt bad.
