Caitlyn tapped her hand on the paper and came inside the bathroom to air it out with the button to do so, smiling in sympathy at him. She had the stomach virus once. She was pretty sure she had looked exactly like the doctor did at that very moment. She sat down on the floor placing a hand on his shoulder showing that he wasn't alone. "I can wait. After all, you're still so sick." She was a generally patient person. But if this took out more from him, she'd just go to the TARDIS and see if she could help in any way. After all, one shouldn't leave the key and the psychic paper where one had found them on the floor after she took off the jacket he had worn the night before, as he fell asleep. Apparently humans weren't the only beings that left things behind when in a rush to get somewhere.