"Just let me help you." [this can be S2 Ten if you like, or maybe a future scenario of our thread or something. your call.]
My character is so sick they can’t move easily and can barely look after themselves, but they don’t want help. Send “Just let me help you.” for my characters reaction. -- outrantheknocking
"No." She calls out stubbornly still through the half-ajar door, throat sore and voice hoarse. "S'nothin' to be concerned 'bout. Really. Just a--" Painful coughs rack her frame then, each and every one wheezy, raspy, just-a-tad-too-loud-for-her-ears and above all, seemingly never ceasing. Obstinate or not, Rose Tyler's curled up by the end of it, knees pulled up to chest as she rolls over on her bed, pressing her face into a soft pillow with a muffled, exasperated moan. "Jus' a cold." A terribly unpleasant one, if her state was anything to go by-- her immune system had yet to adjust to the similar, yet unidentical aspects of the harmless infection in this parallel universe.














