The Doctor was laying there, He seemed uncomfortable from his fever and lay an arm across his forehead. He wanted to just be able to feel better quicker than this. He was listening to her as she spoke. "Ah I see, its just me... and The Master." he looked at them. "Even if hes my former friend, I still cant let him rule the universe or take over earth. " He didn't want to speak too much about the Master. 
He did still hope he could change the Master, But he knew the other time lord was very set in his ways. He sighed. No matter what The Doctor was always alone. He was clutching a picture of him and his friends not long after they all had defeated Davros and the Daleks.

He did want to be able to join them tomorrow, but he knew with how terrible he felt that might not happen. His back wound was already bothering him. "Ohh I hope so, because I feel vile, not even sure that word does it." He rubbed his aching head. "That creature came out of nowhere , I couldn;t even see it."
The Doctor had already had a rough few days. He had dark shadows under his eyes.
Really the emotional troubles over the last while had taken its toll on him again. He had to leave Rose behind yet again as well. He knew he had done the right thing and also given her a life with his half human double.

The Doctor coughed and leaned over the bucket. He groaned and retched but he couldn't seem to throw up at the moment. He looked around for a glass of water. His head was hurting and making it hard to think.
He then remebered he didnt know where he put his screwdriver before been attacked. He hoped he hadnt dropped it.
He fumbled for it in his jacket. "My screwdriver..! but I love my sonic screwdriver." He knew the TARDIS would always give him another. He lay back and sighed. He knew i it was lost he would just have to get a new one.