The Doctor was looking at her " I feel vile.... oh... that word doesn't even do it." he was still feeling awful. He knew why Rose was worried "Yup... I'll be careful." He just wanted to do something other than sleep and waste his day. He had been so ill, he almost didn't even remember what it was like to have fun.
He groaned as pain shot through his middle. He cried. But he was trying to not let it stop him, The tears were falling down his face. He was still sure boredom was going to drive him crazy. He took his bucket and threw up.
He breathed deeply. "Ok maybe bath....... I feel gross." He looked a mess too. He needed to get to the console at some point. The TARDIS seemed to humm in concern, not wanting him to overdo it.