The Doctor closed his eyes. He tried to rest as his head was hurting him. He looked rather miserable but was soon deeply asleep. He curled up in his blankets and didn't know what Seclusion was reading,
The Eleventh seemed more relaxed after having some painkillers. He goes and makes some tea for him and Clara and gets some fish fingers and custard to eat. He was looking happy,
"Alright now Clara?" he asked.