The Doctor nodded and listened. "Ah I see," He explained. He hadnt been sure how often she would need to feed. He was still leant on the TARDIS. He held his head like he had another headache.
"Its dangerous ." He replies simply.
He knew that he needed to go and lay down again. But this time he didn't bother and slummped agaisnt the TARDIS. He was falling asleep. He didn't seem to answer anything more. His breathing was heavy.

He was still asleep when she woke later. He had more nightmares. Worse than hes ever done. He was sweating and seemed unable to wake from that dream. He was laying on the floor by the TARDIS.