The Doctor knew Rose was worried. He knew she had reason to be. She had never seen him so miserable and sick and he knew that it would be hard. He was laying there. He hoped he would get better.
"Rose...," he whispered "Don't leave me ..." He held her hand. He seemed worried she would leave for some reason.
The time lord coughed a bit and leaned over his bucket. He coughed and retched but didn't throw up.
JAck comes back with the blanket and puts it on the bed. "Anything else?"
The timelord sighed "I'm fine thanks Jack." he whispered. He lay back when he didn't throw up. He curled up in the blankets and he coughed a bit. The time lord had no energy. The Doctor seemed so pale.