The Doctor shot up and let out a "HET-SCHOO!" His hand came to his mouth while he reached for a tissue with the other hand. Before he knew it he sneezed three more times.
He lied back down, his nose extremely stuffed up.
Two days now. It had been two days since he found Lucy's parents and took them home . . . and he hadn't gotten any better. Amy, he thought, she lied. She said he would get better but he still felt awful.
He reached for the tea on the night stand next to his bed, took a sip, then lied back down.
"HET-SCHOO!" Tissues filled the trash can next to his bed. He went back to Amy. She lied. He decided to finally get over it because he loved having Amelia Pond around.
He got up, opened the door and walked out to the console room where Amy and Rory were.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Then I'll get you something to eat! Jeez, get back into bed!"
"I've been in bed for two days, I'll just sit down . . . right here, next to Rory."
"Great." Rory said.
Amy laughed "I'll be back in a minute."
"So Rory," the Doctor said with his congested voice "How are you doing?"
"Good. That's good."
"I've been better . . . obviousl – HET-SCHOO!"
"Um there's something you should probably know."
"Never mind . . . you'll find out."
Amy came back with some soup in a mug.
"Thank you!" he tried as hard as he could to sound cheery.
"So" Amy looked at her husband "You've told him right?"
"He'll find out!"
The next day, River sat there next to the Doctor, with a box of tissues in between them. She blew her nose then said "I hate you."
The Doctor smirked "No you don't."