"I'm fine... Likely just a bit of a cold or flu." The Doctor replied "A cold never stopped me doing too much." He sneezed again turning away. He sits down. "Don't want a cold or flu." He looked fustrated. He takes his cup of tea and sipped it. His voice sounded croaky.
He eats his bannana. He sighed a bit.
"I'll be fine Calla." he smiled. "I could have handled getting them myself."
He felt heavy and achy. "Though I'm achy."