The Doctor was shaking. He felt the Master's touch. He seemed to be miserable and had tears in his eyes. He moved as close to the Master as he slept. He seemed to have a really nasty fever. His breathing seemed to be breathing heavy.
His body was trying to heal, despite not wanting to sleep, he couldnt keep himself awake. The time lord needed to rest. His body was very weak. "Koschei." he whispered in his sleep. With the Master's presence he soon calmed down.
The time lord was now peacefully sleeping. He wasn't sure if he would have more night,

The time lord kept dreaming though. He seemed to be dreaming of some past memories with the Master. Ones that didn't make him distressed and unhappy in his sleep though. He curled up under the blankets. He seemed to be paler.
The Doctor was soon whimpering again. This time he seemed miserable from his fever.
He was shaking more and pulled the blankets around him tighter. His breathing was heavy.
"Master." he was muttering in his sleep quite alot. Mostly just calling for the Master.

The Doctor groaned again and shivered more. He awoke and sighed looking weak. "I'm uncomfortable and miserable." He said weakly. He puts a hand across his own forehead and noticed the fever. "Damn."
He sighed a bit. He looked at the Master, He then looked around for some water. "Master can you get me a drink of water,?" He asked. He sounded weak. HIs eyes closed as his head was hurting.
He figured most of what he was going through was because he had alot of healing to do. He knew he had woken too soon and had also been through something simular when he just regenrated into his Tenth.

"Master." He whispered. He knew he didn't sound too well. He did have the Master to look after him. He just hoped that it was enough to make him feel better, He groaned again. He was shivered more.
The time lord rubbed his aching head. He wondered how much longer he was going to need to rest for.
The Doctor really felt like he had died and come back to life.
He coughed slightly and groaned more. He wanted a drink. He looked at him. The Doctor's stomach growled. Well at least he was still hungry. He knew he would need to eat to get his strength back. He rubbed his aching head. The time lord was not feeling good though.

"I think I'm a little ill," The Doctor frowned "I think my body hates me, why does it hate me." He groaned. He wasn't sure why he had to go throiugh this as well. He didn't want to stay in bed longer.
"But I am hungry." He hoped he wouldn't regret eating. Though he knew he was feeling ok enough if he was hungry. He did need the food as well. He felt rather weak and useless. He hummed a bit he was trying to keep himself relaxed.
He held his head bit though as the pain in his head did not go away. He needed some medicine. He wanted to get up and get it. He groaned as he rememebered he barely could stand. Even if his body was healing, he felt terrible.

The Doctor was wondering if the Master was ok with helping him this much. "I hate not been able to do anything for myself." He whispered. It was simply annoying. He was used to dealing with things himself if he had to. He closed his eyes.
He knew the Master loved him and would do anything to help him feel better. 
The time lord tried to get up again. He was going crazy staying in bed.

Though he realized he didn't really have the energy to get up. He stumbled and leaned on the bed once he was up. He also wanted a bath. Though he fell back onto the bed and sighed blowing hair from his face.
"Dammit." He whispered. He blew his hair from his face. He looked annoyed laying there. He gave up knowing he wasn't going to be able to get up at all yet. He didn't like that he was going to not be able to get up yet. "Stupid legs." He whispered.