What are we going to do? | OPEN to Doctors (pre-doomsday)

coloursofrose:

She fled from the room as soon as the opportunity arrived. Her feet carried her quickly down the corridors and to her room. The TARDIS must’ve sensed her tension because she had elongated the hallway enabling Rose to finish her erratic thoughts as she walked.

How could she have lost control of her body like that? Rose had always been cautious around the Doctor, and even though it didn’t happen a lot she never let him catch scent of her worriment. They had an honest relationship, she’d admit but this wasn’t something she could blurt out over chips. 

Rose hurried to her wardrobe and grabbed a hoodie. She avoided her favourite pink coat fearing it would show her belly. She quickly returned to the console room with her brilliant smile. 

“I bet you Mum got a brand new jar of marmalade for you to stick your fingers in. Although i would refrain from doing that, since she slapped your hand pretty hard last time.”

His eyes was fixed in the screen as the scan went on. It was taking too long, or he was too nervous. And he didn’t know why he was so worried about the result. Nothing could be wrong with her, could it? No, they didn’t do anything that could harm her health during their last travels. Kill her, yes. But not make her sick.

The scan was at eighty-eight percent when she came back to the console, and he pulled the screen away with his hand when he got close, forcing a smile through his features.

“Hm– yes! Yes, I’m sure she does. And I didn’t forget about that slap.” He walked away from her, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “You know, why don’t you go first? I have a.. few things to finish in here. Warm up your mom for me, ay?”