[She's only gone half a minute, pouring his tea straight, two sugars, and ... taking a moment to compose herself. Worst that could happen was ... he'd regenerate. That's all. He wouldn't just die and be done with it. He wasn't human. He was a Time Lord.
So back in she goes, bringing a cup and a cool cloth in hand, for the fever.]
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So back in she goes, bringing a cup and a cool cloth in hand, for the fever.]