I've been eating them, too, bb! WE ARE CONVALESCING TOGETHER. Only you had a cold and I just last night burned my tongue HORRIBLY on a molten lava hot chocolate mon oncle served me last night WITHOUT WARNING.
Still, they say the friends who heal by eating crunchy and delicious apples together, stay together, so we're good to go.
lolllll can you imagine what his patients would have to go through if the Doctor were actually a doctor doctor and not just smarter than your average one? They would be just picking up the phone to call him about little Timmy exhibiting symptoms of the flu and he would be in their living room already, going on about the wonderful traits of TIME and TRAVELING in it if only it weren't for those slippery bits that throw one's normally PERFECT AIM off just a smidge, and meanwhile he's performing 49th century EKG's on the Timster and waving the sonic around his left foot and standing RIGHT in front of fucking Spongebob or Blue's Clue's or whatever it is little Timmy's watch these days, God, mum, it's just the FLU. Because clearly if he were a doctor doctor as well as being a Doctor Doctor for, say, a moderately sized town outside of London, because he'd always wanted to try it out and had angsty complicated Time Lordish reasons for taking a break from traveling farther than to Sir Galahad's estate 6 miles outside the town when his old health starts acting up again (as if it were a horse! oh sir galahad), he could accidentally park in a certain pink and yellow girl's kitchen and SUDDENLY THIS IS BECOMING AN AU I WOULD DO DIRTY ROTTEN THINGS TO READ SO I WILL STOP BEFORE I GET TO SIR GALAHAD'S IT'S GONE SO FAR.
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Still, they say the friends who heal by eating crunchy and delicious apples together, stay together, so we're good to go.
lolllll can you imagine what his patients would have to go through if the Doctor were actually a doctor doctor and not just smarter than your average one? They would be just picking up the phone to call him about little Timmy exhibiting symptoms of the flu and he would be in their living room already, going on about the wonderful traits of TIME and TRAVELING in it if only it weren't for those slippery bits that throw one's normally PERFECT AIM off just a smidge, and meanwhile he's performing 49th century EKG's on the Timster and waving the sonic around his left foot and standing RIGHT in front of fucking Spongebob or Blue's Clue's or whatever it is little Timmy's watch these days, God, mum, it's just the FLU. Because clearly if he were a doctor doctor as well as being a Doctor Doctor for, say, a moderately sized town outside of London, because he'd always wanted to try it out and had angsty complicated Time Lordish reasons for taking a break from traveling farther than to Sir Galahad's estate 6 miles outside the town when his old health starts acting up again (as if it were a horse! oh sir galahad), he could accidentally park in a certain pink and yellow girl's kitchen and SUDDENLY THIS IS BECOMING AN AU I WOULD DO DIRTY ROTTEN THINGS TO READ SO I WILL STOP BEFORE I GET TO SIR GALAHAD'S IT'S GONE SO FAR.