The Doctor lay there extremely pale. His eyes closed. He wanted to give in and just pass out. He had no strength. He swallowed what she gave him and moaned in pain curling up. He really was weak and not looking too good.
The creatures laughed and some walked off. They had no interest in telling her.
"We have no interest in letting him live." One said "We dont care if most the universe loves him." The rest then walked off as well.
The Doctor was shaking and his body was going into shock.