The Doctor sits up and hugged Rose. " I won't die Rose." He was leaned back against his pillows. He was sure he woud be alright. He sighed a bit. He was sure he would go crazy if he had to spend any longer in his bed.
He wasn't sure he could convince Rose to let him do anything.
The time lord knew she loved him.
The Doctor curled up in his blankets, He was rather tired despite all he was saying. He was paler and much more thinner. He knew he had always been thin as well in this incarnation. He rubbed his aching head. 
"Well unless you count dying of boredom." He coughed. He had a bucket by his bed.