Sick Clara

Sick

Clara walked into the TARDIS, her head aching. "Clara, you're here." The Doctor said cheerfully. "So, where to today?" He asked excitedly. "Anywhere...adven...advent...adventurous." Clara held in the sneeze. "Adventurous, got it." The Doctor started the TARDIS. Clara turned to the side so the Doctor couldn't see her rub her nose. "I'll be right back." She said to the Doctor and walked towards the bathroom. When she closed the door, she sneezed into her hands. "HaahShoo! Hah...hahh...haaSHOO!" Clara rubbed her nose and sniffled wetly. "Ok, I'm ready." Clara breathed through her nose to make sure she didn't have to sneeze. The second she walked out of the bathroom, she did. "Ehh-Choo!" Clara was able to catch the sneeze in her hands. "Bless you" The Doctor said. "Thanks, um.. where are we going today?" Clara asked, embarrassed. "Well, we were supposed to go to a surprise planet, but the TARDIS isn't working." The Doctor declared. "What's wrong with it?" Clara asked, concerned. "I don't know, what's wrong girl?" The Doctor said, half to Clara and half to the TARDIS. Clara turned to her side with a sudden sneeze. "Ehh-choo!" She sniffled, wanting to groan. "Bless you, feeling ok?"
"Ya, I'm fine." Clara didn't want to tell the Doctor about her head and stomach ache. "You look tired."
"I'm fine, really."
"And pale, you sure you're ok?"
"I'm sure Doctor."
"Clara" he narrowed his eyes. Clara bit her bottom lip. "I'm fine Doctor, really." She bent over at the waist with a sneeze. "Haa-Choo!" The Doctor looked at her with worry. "Off to bed with you." He said. "Doctor..."
"Clara."
"Ok," Clara walked over to her room, coughing. She didn't want to argue with him, not now.