Really just pointless fluff. Let me know what you think ;)

It crept up on her.

Alone in her cell, she blamed the aches on the solid mattress, the headache on the lack of sleep, the sore throat on not drinking enough. By the time the cough came, and the fever rose to dangerous levels, she was too far gone to even care. She lay on the hard bed, too exhausted even to toss and turn, and felt her body burn.

Somewhere in her delirium, she thought she heard him, but she knew that couldn't be. Not here. Not now.

"Oh, River."

Cool hands ghosted over her cheeks, her neck, coming to rest on her temples. A moment's pressure, and a sudden feeling of warmth and safety rushed through her, bringing sleep in its wake.

"You have Algaxian flu." His soft voice was ready as soon as she recovered consciousness. A straw pressed against her lips, and she gulped greedily at the cool water, ignoring the burning in her throat.

"Slowly, now." A gentle touch to her forehead grounded her, and she heeded his advice. A moment later, she forced her eyes open, taking in the familiar walls of the TARDIS. She'd known where she was, of course, could feel the TARDIS even in sleep, but the sight comforted her in ways she couldn't even begin to describe.

"You're here." Her eyes rested on the figure by the bed. The Doctor looked back at her.

"Yes."

She slapped at him weakly. "You shouldn't be. Algaxian flu is contagious."

"I'll be fine." His cool hands brushed her cheeks, and he started stroking her hair in a steady, soothing motion. She melted under his touch, and her last thought before sleep claimed her was that he really was very good at distractions.

When she woke up again, she was finally comfortable for the first time in days. The bed was soft under her, and the comforting weight of her husband was wrapped around her. She lay still for a long time, feeling him breathe slowly, but she was unsurprised when he spoke. "How are you feeling?"

She considered. "Better, I think. As long as I don't move."

He smiled into her neck. "That can be arranged."

"I told you so."

"You did."

"You shouldn't have come."

"Shouldn't I?" He said mildly. She kissed him.

"No you should not have, you silly, lovable old fool."

He smiled. "I'll always come for you, River."

She kissed him again, and buried her face in his neck to hide the tears. "I know."

His body burned with unnatural heat, but she didn't let go.