The Doctor was back in his pajamas after attempting to go on an adventure, only being stopped by you when you noticed his less-than-stellar appearance. His suit had been rumpled, his nose red from rubbing it raw, his hair not as mussed up as it usually was, you knew something had been up. Now, lying back in bed after you dragged him back, he adoringly looked over at you as you took his temperature.

You weren't sure what to do when a Time Lord got sick, you didn't even think it was possible before today, but you'd help him the best you could.

You took the thermometer out--- 81 degrees celsius? Was this normal for a Time Lord? Hopefully you wouldn't get whatever this was...

Well, he didn't look like he was actively dying, so you pursed your lips nervously and put it off to the side.

"So, what do you need? Paracetamol, cough drops, soup?" You asked, really just wanting to help him however you could. You placed your hand on his burning hot forehead, he grumbled and moved his head towards you in response.

"Mm, soup." He said weakly and nodded, his voice nasally with sickness.