Post by asimus on Oct 24, 2005 11:09:11 GMT
ok, my attempt at the challenge. yes i know its a over a week late, but i havent seen any one else try. maybe it will inspire you all to greatness.
so the doctor has manflu, though i did mention that you could do that he had a bad back/foot/arm/whatever, as long as it has him moaning like a woman.
manflu
“uuugh!”
Rose didn’t look up from the kettle she was boiling.
“uuuuuuugh!”
she emptied a sachet of Lem-sip into a mug.
“uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!”
she snapped her head up suddenly, focusing on the figure hunched over a bowl of boiling water, towel over his head, wrapped in blankets.
“Why don’t you just go to bed?”
The head raised slowly, blue eyes meeting brown in a pained glare.
“If you’re that sick.” She continued.
The Doctor sneezed, the clutched his head, “Oh! It hurts.”
“Doctor, you have a cold, its not like you’re gonna die or anything.”
“I’m sure I have the Pertula Virus. Millions died you know.” He sneezed again. He omitted to tell her that the Pertula Virus was in fact extinct. She sighed shaking her head, drawing her attention back to the task at hand. Water into kettle. She hadn’t slept in days thanks to the Doctors constant sniffing, coughing, wheezing and whining.
“We’ll get you a scan then if it’s that serious. Go on, medical bay.” She said almost off handedly, looking up only to gauge his reaction.
The Doctor’s eyes widened. That was all she needed, that little sign. He was putting it on. Typical man.
She smiled.
“It amazes me, you being so impressive and all, your immune system cant protect you from manflu.”
The Doctor gaped. Busted.
“Now either go to bed, or stop moaning.”
She handed the Doctor his mug and left the room. She was going to bed.
so the doctor has manflu, though i did mention that you could do that he had a bad back/foot/arm/whatever, as long as it has him moaning like a woman.
manflu
“uuugh!”
Rose didn’t look up from the kettle she was boiling.
“uuuuuuugh!”
she emptied a sachet of Lem-sip into a mug.
“uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh!”
she snapped her head up suddenly, focusing on the figure hunched over a bowl of boiling water, towel over his head, wrapped in blankets.
“Why don’t you just go to bed?”
The head raised slowly, blue eyes meeting brown in a pained glare.
“If you’re that sick.” She continued.
The Doctor sneezed, the clutched his head, “Oh! It hurts.”
“Doctor, you have a cold, its not like you’re gonna die or anything.”
“I’m sure I have the Pertula Virus. Millions died you know.” He sneezed again. He omitted to tell her that the Pertula Virus was in fact extinct. She sighed shaking her head, drawing her attention back to the task at hand. Water into kettle. She hadn’t slept in days thanks to the Doctors constant sniffing, coughing, wheezing and whining.
“We’ll get you a scan then if it’s that serious. Go on, medical bay.” She said almost off handedly, looking up only to gauge his reaction.
The Doctor’s eyes widened. That was all she needed, that little sign. He was putting it on. Typical man.
She smiled.
“It amazes me, you being so impressive and all, your immune system cant protect you from manflu.”
The Doctor gaped. Busted.
“Now either go to bed, or stop moaning.”
She handed the Doctor his mug and left the room. She was going to bed.