The Doctor hadn't thought anybody would come and help him. He felt weak. He just assumed nobody would be around. Well he didn't seem to think his condition was bad enough to even need urgent help.
He continued on his own struggling. He was hoping that he wouldn't throw up. He knew that would make him even weaker. He knew that he needed to stay alert to any creatures that were around. He seemed very pale already really.
"Mmm." He muttered to himself, He was on his knees again and had his eyes closed. He breathed deeply hoping that was enough so he wouldn't be sick.

He almost passed out, but a voice seemed to cause his eyes to snap open. He looked up at Seculsion . "Yeah its me," He forced a smile. He was feeling terrible and in pain. He didn't have the energy to say much. He was also focusing on trying to not vomit. The Time lord wasn't sure how sucessful he would be there. His body was aching and he felt drainned. 
The Doctor knew his body wanted to lay down. But he was still determined to not give into the posion. He was sure he had been through worse things. He was feeing faint from all the blood he had been losing. Losing blood was never good. But if he was this miserable why wasnt he regenrating? Not that he was ready to leave this body. But he didn't want to die either. Whats going on he thought. I hope its not blocking my regenration.

"I'm fine ... ," He coughed. He knew he wasn't fine. He did try protest a few times before he was made to lay down. His body felt like it was burning and he screamed. He seemed to be starting to sweat from a high fever. 
He looked at her when she asked him a question "I suppose it does.... and I go looking for it." He whispered. He was miserable, He tried to be tough even if that was getting harder and harder to hide his pain.
He wanted to get back to what he was doing. The TARDIS soon managed to find where he was. He tried to get up a few times, only to whimper in pain. He then leaned over and threw up.