Summary: Only the Doctor can save Harry’s life.
Notes: Written for romanajo
“Hurry, Doctor!” Sarah ran into the medical bay, the Doctor, carrying Harry, close behind.
She reached for Harry’s hand, once he was on the bed. He was far too grey. “You’ll be all right.”
“He would have been fine if he hadn’t eaten the dechlorinated noodles like I said.” Despite the Doctor’s complaining he mixed a potion, which he fed to a half-unconscious Harry.
Harry swallowed it with some sputtering. His colour started returning. “I say, Doctor, your bedside manner is terrible.”
“If that’s all the thanks I get…” The Doctor flicked his scarf over his shoulder and strode out.