The Doctor was sleeping deeply while she did things. He was getting a fever. He snuggled up in his blankets. He curled up more. He seemed to not be dreaming this time. He awoke later when she came to check on him.
"THanks." he replied. He sneezed grabbing tissue.
He was disapointed he wasnt well enough to preform in the play. He looked a bit sad about it. He sippsed the tea.
The time lord seemed a mess.