Doctor Who - Twelve
“It’ll be alright,” the Doctor tried to pet the console in reassurance, since his latest voice lacked the edge of sympathy and consolation but his hand snapped back in reflex from the hot metal. He was helpless.
His was a voice better suited to being angry with, for calling people idiots and shouting indignantly. It would be better if he could shout at some alleged professionals who were failing to help her.
Giving in he finally removed his jacket, if the TARDIS’s fever didn’t break soon he might have to undo the top shirt button and complain about the heat.