The Doctor was looking at him after, He seemed rather weak and was coughing. He looked at Jack, he knew his lover was worried. He hated being sick like that, He shivered and hoped the MAster wouldn't come after them when he was still weak, he didn't think he could protect Arwen at the moment, he would certainly try though. He always would carry on when ill if it meant the safety of his friends, That was if the medicine would help him move. Because right now he doubted he could stand. "Ohh I feel horrible."
When they were done with the cure Owen just fell asleep in his chair, He knew Ianto or Arwen would go and take it to the Doctor.