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{fic anon} {1/?} The Doctor was prepared, but still hesitated just enough so the double of Rose was able to tackle him to the floor. A hoarse cry reached his ears. “Rose, stay there!” he growled, grabbing the wrists of the double as they scrabbled for his throat and rolling on top of her. Grunting with the effort, the Doctor pinned the clone to the floor, laying flat on top of her with her wrists firmly imprisoned between their bodies. “Doctor, what’re you doin’?” she pouted suddenly, eyes wide.

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“Doctor, you’re hurtin’ me, ge –” “You’re not Rose,” he practically snarled, nearly nose to nose with her. Nonchalantly, the double rolled her eyes. “Oh well, worth a shot.” Her head suddenly jutted forwards and headbutted the Doctor; the two of them rolled but he was able to come out on top and regain his hold over the identical. “How are you here?” he yelled down at her, his voice more anguished than he was able to admit. /It’s not Rose, it’s not Rose,/ he repeated in his mind.

He focused on the woman beneath him, trying to detach himself from any emotion at all. Else he would get distracted. “You’re impossible. You’re a /disease/. You’re Rose’s nightmare and you can’t be here because she’s not unconscious!” At his words, the clone grinned widely, her eyes lighting up. “Oh, Doctor, you do not know. I am intelligent. I can learn, Doctor, and I adapt to survive in almost any climate. As this pathetic human grows weaker, I grow stronger.”

The clone’s breathing quickened in excitement and she grinned again as the Doctor looked up in horror at the real Rose, slumped over on the bed. “ROSE!” he shouted and her eyes fluttered open, glassy but focused. On him. Her hand seemed permanently held to the oxygen mask; her lifeline as the phlegm and fluid in her lungs seemed to be getting thicker. “Rose, stay awake, okay?” he told her desperately, tensing his grip as the double started to struggle.

“The stronger you are, the weaker this one is,” he said, maintaining eye contact, pleading for his Rose, his wonderful, brave, strong Rose to pull through this for him. And Rose, watching the Doctor struggle with a woman identical to her, wanted to cry. And sleep. And breathe. And he wanted her to stay more awake? /”I can’t,”/ she tried to say, but no words came out. A tickle in her throat quickly morphed into a cough, and she was forced to remove the oxygen mask to give in to the fit.

The Doctor felt desperate on the verge of panic. He couldn’t very well keep this clone pinned beneath him for the next three hours; Rose would not last that long. /Another plan, another plan,/ he told his mind, thinking fast and meddling with a few scenarios in his head, trying to block out the sound of real Rose’s pained coughing. “She’s not soundin’ so good,” the double quipped. “No,” the Doctor growled back, Oncoming Storm anger brewing in his gut.

“Don’t suppose you’ll allow me to cable tie your hands?” he asked through gritted teeth; the double shook her head. “I’ll struggle all the way!” she announced, wriggling as a demonstration. “Good,” he grunted back; in one fluid movement the Doctor pulled his weight up, weight of the clone-Rose with him, and slammed her back down onto the floor. Her eyes rolled up and then closed, and her body went slack. The Doctor jumped into action, securing her as tight as he could.

Leaving the identical tied up on the infirmary floor, the Doctor quickly crossed to a cupboard and pulled out a pre-loaded syringe of adrenaline. Rose’s coughing was just dying down as he reached her. “I’m here, I’m here,” he murmured, sitting beside her just in time for her to sag against him, exhausted from sickness. “Rose, hey, look at me.” He tapped her cheek and Rose lifted her head, managing half a smile while her breath wheezed in and out of her cracked lips.

“Where’d you… get.. the… ties?” she puffed, her hand shaking as she held the mask back up to her face. The Doctor gently slipped the strap over her head and she gratefully leaned into him, her eyes slipping closed. “Rose, no! Oi.” He nudged her, roughly, and the drowsy hazel orbs found his. “I’m so tired,” she whispered pleadingly. “I’m going to give you a shot of adrenaline, okay?” he replied tersely, holding up the syringe and swabbing a spot on the inside of her elbow.

“It’s going to give you a little more energy for a while, and make sure /she/ –” he nodded to the unconscious, tied up clone on the floor, “stays that way.” Without waiting for an answer (namely because her eyes were slowly drifting closed again), the Doctor swiftly slid the needle into Rose’s arm and pressed the plunger. He just managed to get the needle out of range before Rose jolted, her eyes flew open and she sucked in a breath so fast she immediately started coughing.

The fit didn’t last long, and once it was over, Rose sat up and looked at him. “What the… hell…” she gasped, panting with effort. Her hands were quivering badly, though now it was because she couldn’t stop them, rather than she didn’t have enough strength. “Doc…” “Adrenaline,” he explained shortly, getting up off the bed and quickly going back to the cupboards. “You’ll be just fine, Rose, I’m going to fix this!” he proclaimed, moving almost too fast for her to focus on.

Although now, weirdly, it was too /easy/ to focus on things. Her entire body was jittery, shaking like a leaf. “Doctor, w-what’re you doing?” she asked, wincing as her sore throat rasped with her voice. “I’ve got an idea to speed up the cure, and get rid of that disease down there,” he said over his shoulder, grinding something in a small bowl. “And w-what’ve you d-done to me?” Rose stammered, holding her shaking hands together tightly and shooting a wary glance towards the clone.

The clone remained unconscious so Rose ventured standing. As soon as she slid off the bed she knew her legs wouldn't hold her, so she twisted and caught herself on the bed before her legs crumpled. “Woah there Nelly, not just yet,” the Doctor protested, darting over to support her and helping her back up. “You’re still very sick, Rose – this’ll take care of the… /that/ part of the illness, but you’ve contracted pneumonia. Mild case, but very dangerous. Just… stay there. I’m almost done."

Rose huffed in frustration; she /hated/ being useless. She couldn’t even bloody walk, all she needed to do was stay awake and she couldn’t even manage that! Meanwhile the Doctor was the one running around like he was the one with the adrenaline shot, mixing things left, right and centre. After a couple of minutes, Rose’s hands started to shake less. Goosebumps rose on her arms as a chill swept over her. “Doctor…” she said warningly. “You almost done?”

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