The Doctor lay there feeling ill. He knew she had gotten upset in the past when he didn't say it. "You used to want me to say it." He whispered. His throat was hurting. He stroked her hair. He was laying down as he felt so weak to stay upright.
He just smiled when she wiped his feverish face, It made him feel better. The Doctor was looking at her.
JAck was working on some paper work.
The time lord coughed and whimpered a bit from feeling miserable.
He didn't want to be feeling miserable either.