The Doctor was laying looking up at the Master " I havent been sleeping well for months and not slept at all in weeks." He knew because he wasnt human that ment he could deal with it so long. But it didn't mean he didnt get so tired he had no energy like now.
He knew the Master might tell him off for that, but he figured the other man would find out soon enough. He curled up in his blankets.
It reminded him of the old days with the Master conforting him from nightmares. He didn't think that would ever happen again.

He pressed his body close to the Master for warmth and safety. He knew the man was unstable and had no idea how much longer this moment would last. He didn't think he had made much progress yet. He wasnt sure or not if the Master wanted to be with him yet.
But he seemed to decide to enjoy the moment as it was. His head was pounding and he knew a good rest would help. 12hrs of restless sleep and keep waking up hadn't worked, He knew the Master had functioned on little sleep or no sleep before crashing alot in the past. 

"I look horrible ? " The Doctor frowned "Your just being mean," He had no idea that he did look a wreck. His hair was sticking to his forehead a little.
He hoped that with good rest his headache would go away. "Ugh my head," He curled up and pulled the covers over his head to avoid any light. Sleep was the best thing for him. He knew that no decent sleep had been the result of his headache. He stayed close to the Master and closed his eyes sleeping. He was curled up close to him.

It was probably a good 10hrs before he awoke. He had managed to sleep peacefully and stay asleep the whole time with the Master there. It worked just as well as it had in the old days.
He was relieved to find his headache was gone.
Getting up the Doctor yawned and rubbed his eyes, he went to go and have a quick shower, it felt better to be clean and less sweaty. He went to go and get something to eat, He looked in the kitchen. "Mmm hope there is fish fingers and custard left." He was talking to himself. He looked around. "Ah hah... fish fingers...," He grinned and then looked around more "Custard."
He wasn't sure what the Master would even think of his love for fishfingers and custard.

Putting the custard in a bowl he went and cooked the fishfingers before dipping them in the custard, He was grinning. He seemed happier and more rested.
Now that the Doctor was more rested, he wondered if the Master would get angry at him for bringing him here, He was looking around the room. He knew that rest was always good, He just never could get it that well.
The Doctor was sitting in the kitchen and eating his food. He went and made tea. He wondered if the Master would want anything or be too angry. But he left the Master enough tea anyways.
There was so many bad memories, He didn't want to focus on them today, He was thinking as to where he could go with the Master. He knew that would be a risk. But as long as the Master was forced to stay close to him, he could see what he was up to.