Sleep had helped, but he'd woken to discover that his balance was shot. Settling back in bed, the Doctor waited until the waves of dizziness passed.
The medical resources of the TARDIS had lessened the virus' effect and dealing with the reduced symptoms was not particularly pleasant, but as the virus had killed thousands of people at their last stopover, he should probably consider himself fortunate. He was just lucky Wolf appeared to have missed picking up the bug, as she'd been left with the unenviable task of getting him back to the TARDIS and looking after him.
When he thought about it, Wolf had proved surprisingly resistant to any number of diseases they'd encountered in their travels. No coughs, colds or hideously itchy rashes. She'd also managed to survive being poisoned (unintentionally or otherwise), shot, stabbed, burned and throttled. Her talent for misadventure, especially for causing the trouble that got her into the predicaments in the first place, made her look like the most troublesome companion he'd had aboard the TARDIS.
He laughed to himself, gripping the bed firmly as he felt his head swim again. Not long after she'd joined him, the Doctor had referred to her as his companion and Wolf had vehemently denied the role. It seemed she saw herself more as the TARDIS' pet, which may not have been far off the mark with the way she roamed about the place. As far as he knew, she'd never settled on a bedroom and he never even knew where she was half the time.
The Doctor looked up from his musings to see Wolf standing at the foot of his bed. As usual, he hadn't heard her approach. "What have you found now?"
Wolf held a shiny, plumb bob-like device in each hand. The spindly legs of one device began to twitch and Wolf shook it vigorously by its thick tail until it stilled. "Some kind of nanobot parasite the TARDIS invited along. They were supposed to perform small maintenance tasks, but found a spillage they liked and started to get a little bigger than they should. I've been hunting them." She grinned in delight, her green eyes flashing brightly.
The Doctor smiled. One more mystery of what she got up to on her own was solved.
"I'll just go and feed these little buggers into the metal recycler and see if I can find something for you to eat."
"As long as you don't try to cook anything." The Doctor shuddered. He'd spent enough time throwing up of late, and he didn't feel the need to repeat the experience any time soon.
15minuteficlets — word #120: fever
pheral — challenge: whumping
Part of the Exile!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse