For a moment, when the Doctor started moving and opened his eyes, Donna was relieved - the sort of relief where all the adrenaline starts fading out and your limbs feel all rubbery and useless... but it didn’t last very long, and rubbery turned to shaking like leaves when his eyes fell closed again, the yet he’d added at the end ringing in her head.
“Doctor!” If the first time she’d spoken had been quiet and small, this was anything but, back to shouting and bluster as she shook him again, a little harder, even while her hands trembled, fighting down panic, “You are not allowed to die on me, you stupid bloody alien! Do you hear me? Stay with me!”
She didn’t know what was wrong - well, she assumed it was still the poison, but she didn’t understand why it was still an issue. Why hadn’t his friend fixed him? She’d thought he’d be getting better by now. Served her right for just letting him be, the bloody man couldn’t even recover from poison without someone looking over his shoulder, could he?
Donna looked up and down the hall for a moment, trying to think. The elevator wasn’t too far away, and the clinic downstairs wouldn’t be far once she got to the right floor, right? She could get him that far if he could walk, easily, but she didn’t really think walking was going to be an option, if just moving an arm and saying a handful of words had him this weak. But even as skinny as he was, he was a full-grown man, and she didn’t think carrying him was going to work...
Dragging it was, then.
“I’m guessing walking is out of the question, yeah?” Her voice was back to a normal tone, now, almost talking to herself, and she scowled slightly and pushed herself to her feet. “Right. When you’re better, you owe me for this, mister,” she muttered, getting a solid grip on him and starting to drag him up the hall towards the elevator.