Standing at the console the Doctor felt dizzy, his head was starting to pound. There was a lot to do and he still needed to find out what was causing disruptions in time, but he couldn’t think straight and he felt tired. He wasn't going to give up though, But he was in need of a nap. He was sure that would make him feel a little better.
The Doctor felt achy and he flopped onto his bed and closed his eyes. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, was easy to when he was so tired. He luckily didn't have any nightmares, his sleep was at least fairly peaceful, despite the fact he was starting to burn up with a fever. He kicked off all his covers and groaned in his sleep.
When he awoke, his throat was hurting and he didn't feel that well, He realized he had a cold. Ugh why now. Why did he have to get sick now, when he had so much to do, He was sneezing and feeling quite miserable. He coughed a bit and was sweating from a fever. He still didn't wish to lay around too much longer as he needed to go and do things.
“Ughh,” he was sure that Amy was bound to notice that he wasn't feeling well. He didn't want to be told to stay in bed though.
But for now, he was waiting for the dizzy feeling to pass. He hated being ill. It was always so inconvenient. His head was feeling fuzzy as well, He knew he should get up before Amy noticed he was still in bed. He covered his mouth with his hand as he coughed. He was sneezing a bit and grabbed the tissues and blew his nose. He wondered how he had got ill in the first place. He rubbed his head and slowly got out of bed and went back to the console and looked at the screen. He really needed to find out who or what was causing these disturbances in time. He heard the TARDIS hum in concern. He sighed as he was shivering now. Too cold or too hot. He hated fevers. He hoped Amy didn't notice he wasn't well, he just couldn't let that stop him.
Whoever was causing the disruptions in time wasn't making it all that easy for him to track them. He was shaking as he looked at the screen. He then started to flick the controls, he was determined to carry on.
The Doctor felt achy and he flopped onto his bed and closed his eyes. It didn't take him long to fall asleep, was easy to when he was so tired. He luckily didn't have any nightmares, his sleep was at least fairly peaceful, despite the fact he was starting to burn up with a fever. He kicked off all his covers and groaned in his sleep.
When he awoke, his throat was hurting and he didn't feel that well, He realized he had a cold. Ugh why now. Why did he have to get sick now, when he had so much to do, He was sneezing and feeling quite miserable. He coughed a bit and was sweating from a fever. He still didn't wish to lay around too much longer as he needed to go and do things.
“Ughh,” he was sure that Amy was bound to notice that he wasn't feeling well. He didn't want to be told to stay in bed though.
But for now, he was waiting for the dizzy feeling to pass. He hated being ill. It was always so inconvenient. His head was feeling fuzzy as well, He knew he should get up before Amy noticed he was still in bed. He covered his mouth with his hand as he coughed. He was sneezing a bit and grabbed the tissues and blew his nose. He wondered how he had got ill in the first place. He rubbed his head and slowly got out of bed and went back to the console and looked at the screen. He really needed to find out who or what was causing these disturbances in time. He heard the TARDIS hum in concern. He sighed as he was shivering now. Too cold or too hot. He hated fevers. He hoped Amy didn't notice he wasn't well, he just couldn't let that stop him.
Whoever was causing the disruptions in time wasn't making it all that easy for him to track them. He was shaking as he looked at the screen. He then started to flick the controls, he was determined to carry on.