Re: ⑤ HANGOVER FROM HELL
"Shh shh shh," he whispered, weakly pressing a hand against his chest. Oh. There was someone with him. His hand moved exploratorily over bare skin, though his eyes remained tightly shut. Yes. That was definitely a person of some sort. Male, by the feel of his chest, and humanoid. Naked, he surmised, also by the feel of his chest. He could possibly have trousers on, it was true, but the likelihood was low, given that the Doctor didn't feel any on his own legs. If it wasn't so much effort, he would have pulled the sheets around himself, but as it was, he just lay there.