Oh, yes. Of course. It probably wasn't the brightest idea to just leave the mummy laying on the ground until it came to its senses and tried to kill both of them. Better to get it hoisted back into place while the timing was still right. "Can do," The Doctor said with a chipper tone, moving over and hooking a hand under one arm of the mummy and half pulling him up and away from the wall. "Think you can get the door?" The Doctor asked as he moved to pull the mummy up by the other arm, shifting his grasp around the unconscious corpse's torso as he dragged him back towards the closet, trying his best not to sneeze at the dust that the movements were knocking off into the air.
He failed, though, half way to the closet, inhaling a lung full of the mummy dust and pausing in his movements as he hovered for a moment in that area between sneezing and not sneezing, his grasp on the mummy loosening as his concentration moved from the task at hand to his bodily systems, before letting loose with a huge sneeze, his grasp falling entirely and the mummy clattering to the floor with a huge BANG.
The Doctor froze, glancing over at Amy with the sort of intense anxiety that came from not knowing whether or not the jolt would walk their irate patient up, but when the moment passed without the mummy stirring, the Doctor flashed her a brilliant smile as he went to pick him up again. "I could take a lot at it. No need to bother anyone else."