The Doctor was looking at him "Master." He felt so weak. He was laying on the floor and looking up at the other time lord. He was quite sure he was going to need to stay in bed for awhile longer. He was almost annoyed he had woke before he was fully recovered.
Though either way he had a feeling he would still be weak when he woke.
He was shivering a bit. "Can I have some tea and jammy dodgers. Please" He whispered. He was quite hungry actaully.
The time lord didn't want to stay in bed too long. He also felt bad for making the Master have to get him things. Though the time lord knew that he was not going to be able to get up and get food or anything so easily. He hated feeling weak and useless. He knew that it was still a slow recovery process. He was just glad that he was not alone. Being alone he knew he would have died and even if he didnt he would have been suffering on his own.

He clung to the Master when he was carried back to his bed. He looked very weak. "My legs arent working. I think they gave up on me." He pouted. He was breathing heavily. He at least was alive now and trying his best to recover.
He though seemed to be doing ok.
The time lord merely smiled when he was tucked into his bed. He looked so weak.
His stomach was growling a bit. He knew he was still tired as well. The Doctor knew he would be hungry, it had been weeks since he had anything in his stomach and he needed food to help him heal and get better. He only wished that he could get up and get himself food.

"Rest... but I have been asleep so long." The Doctor whispered. He had no idea his body had all but shut down making him seem dead. He was shaking and he curled up in his blankets. He soon was asleep despite what he said.
He did need the rest. He knew the Master would look after him.
The Doctor was sleeping and he breathed deeply. He seemed relaxed as he slept, only for the time being as that soon changed. He was soon moaning and crying in his sleep as he had nightmares. He shivered a bit in his sleep.
He was pulling the blankets tightly around himself as he was sleeping. The time lord twitched a few times in his sleep.

He started dreaming of when he lost Amy and Rory to the weeping angels. He had tears in his eyes as he dreamt of his two good friends. He was sleeping still " What are you talking about? Back away from the Angel. Come back to the Tardis. We'll figure something out. " he started talking in his; sleep.
He seemed to be uncomfortable as he slept. The time lord was looking miserable and he kept tossing and turning as the memory plauged his dreams making his sleep far from peaceful. He knew it had been awhile since he had peaceful sleep all the time. Tears slipped down his face as he slept. He seemed very upset as he lay asleep in his bed. The Doctor whimpered from discomfort .
The Doctor was burning up with a fever. He cried out "NO!!!" He was crying more.
"Amy ... Rory." he sobbed harder and soon awoke.

The Doctor seemed to be rather pale. He then just fell back asleep. He was so tired. He was likley to be even more hungry when he awoke though. He curled up even more in his blankets. He still seemed to have bad dreams and dreams that were memories from the past. He seemed to be dreaming of the time war now. Before dreaming of some the other losses in his life.
Though he started seeming even more distressed in his sleep as he had a dream where the Master died. This caused him to cry and yell in his sleep "Koschei!!!" he yelled. The time lord really needed to sleep without having any nightmares.

He was breathing deeply, He seemed to have a nasty fever. His body was trying to heal and he had already been through. He seemed to be moaning and shivering and bit. The Doctor was needing time to recover. He had still a bit of healing to do.