"Ah thank you, I must have dropped it when I was attacked," The Doctor replied. He put it in his jacket so he knew it was there, He was glad he had it near by. He knew if anything went wrong when he was ill, it was best it was close by.
He wondered how she knew he had lost somebody. He closed his eyes. He knew he had lost many people. He was getting very tired as well. He started to fall asleep. He knew she was right, he did try not dwell on things, Just right now seemed to hard.

The Doctor was soon deeply asleep. But he did start to have nightmares. He was used to that. Twitching in his sleep, he rolled over alot and had tears in his eyes. He tried to sleep as long as he could though. He hadn't heard her speech about the lillies as he was too tired. He knew been unable to regenrate that sleep was the best thing right now. He seemed to breath deeply as he slept.
He was dreaming of his friends, he wished he could always travel with them. He knew his friends that still knew and could see him had thier own lives. Mickey, Jack, Sarah Jane they all had thier own lives now. Rose he knew he could never see again and Donna he needed to keep away from and not risk her remebering him.

When he awoke he looked around. He had woken from his nightmare and heard all the commotion. "What happened?" he asked. He was feeling quite weak and dizzy. He had woken a few times in the night to throw up.
"I"m still feeling yuck. I woke a few times in the night to throw up, then my bad dreams kept bothering me as well." He was leaning back agaisnt the pillows. He was looking pale still. "I suppose, " He was sure that the TARDIS was indeed worried. He knew she was worried more when he was alone. He coughed a bit. "You got hurt?" He narrowed his eyes in concern.