Ah brilliant he thought that was at least one good thing. He didn't want the flu or anything. It would only make him feel worse if that was to happen. He was looking very pale and struggling to keep relaxed.
He hadn't thought he would feel even worse than he did. But he knew that meant the antidote was working. He really didn't have much energy to even try get up. He though really did want a bath.
The Doctor was really struggling to not throw up, He seemed to feel more miserable as he was trying to avoid it. His fever seemed to be making him rather miserable as well. He breathed deeply and tried to think of anything to keep his mind off it.

He was unable to handle it any longer and threw up into a bucket before he could even drink what she was passing to him. "Sorry." he whispered. He seemed to keep saying he was sorry, but his stomach couldn't handle anymore. He managed to drink the contents of the cup after. He looked very pale and sweaty. He closed his eyes. He wondered what would have happened if any of his friends saw him suffering like this.
Though he knew that they would be glad somebody was helping him. He coughed a bit "I couldn't.... ," he whispered. He knew that even at his worst he was still able to carry on living.
He looked up at her "Alright." He knew he was stuck in bed as much as he hated it.

He closed his eyes for awhile. He was dizzy and his wound was stinging. He knew his injures were still healing as well. He wanted to just rest for a few mintues. But hearing voices snapped his eyes right open. He knew it wasn't the gaurds,
"OH and instead you found me , what bad luck for you." He was angry after everything else that had done in the past. He had his screwdriver in his hands. He was sure even if he was weak, he could defend himself if he had to. "I rightly rememeber you guys been told to leave," He knew that angering Seculsion was probably a bad idea, He coughed a bit.