Dottore was sitting at your bedside watching you while you slept. You had a fever and a couple of other unpleasant symptoms of illness, all because of the Doctor.

It was the first time he had ever felt... guilty after performing an experiment. What was so special about you compared to the other test subjects? If only he knew.

Dottore sighed and put his hand on your shoulder.

Wake up. I brought you something to feel better. His voice stern as ever.