River had always been overprotective of the Doctor. What does she do when he gets sick?
She stroked his face, his beautiful, long, bony face. His baby boy lips were twisted in a grimace, his beautiful, delicate eyebrows were filled with sweat. His skin temperature was dropping fast.
She never would have let him do it, but he'd knocked her out. He was right, she couldn't have done it, she didn't have the immune system, she was still mostly human.
As soon as he was back on his feet, hale and healthy, she was going to flatten him.
She brushed aside his sweaty quiff, he was already so cold the wet hair stuck to his forehead briefl
The Doctor, River, Amy, and Rory play a little baseball, in their own inimitable style...
“No batter! No batter! No batter!” the Doctor called through his hands.
River, standing at the plate, her bushy hair pulled back through her cap in a ponytail, bat held high, turned and gave him a sloe-eyed look of retribution over her shoulder.
“Easy out!” the Doctor yelled, grinning.
She popped her gum at him and turned back to the mound. The pitcher threw, the bat hit with a solid crack!
Line drive, right down third base, she tossed her bat and ran flat out for first base.
The Doctor bounced lightly on his bench watching