Snapping out of his thoughts, the immortal looked to his Time Lord with a concerned expression on his face that hid other emotions that were trying to get free. Hugging the 11th incarnation of the Doctor and hearing his crying and coughing, he rubbed his back once again to sooth him. "Shhh....calm down now..." waiting till his tears had subsided. "Owen found out that you must have been sick longer than you would think. Its a rare illness that doesnt show its symptoms for whos knows how long." He took a deep breath before telling him the bad news. "He says...you have about 24 hours before it gets worse to the point of death. As far as i know. We dont have the medicine to treat this. But Arwen went to find something to help ease the pain." Jack added. 

Arwen sighed as she got to the door but stopped when Ianto suggested to her to talk to the ship. "Talk to the ship? Well. Maybe i can try. Feels a bit rediculous. But worth a shot." Walking to the console, Arwen walked up to the console, feeling nervous to talk to something like a ship. "Ill call you back." 
Stopping infront of the console, she looked at the console and set the bottles on the console surface. "Hey. I uh...maybe you can help...the Doctor is really sick with some rare illness that will kill him within 24 hours. Maybe...maybe you know a cure to it? Something that can help him?" She explained to the TARDIS. Soon feeling rather rediculous. "What am i doing?...i have no idea what i am doing to help him...." she uttered to herself as she sighed a heavy sigh.