The Doctor was closing his eyes when she stroked his hair, he resisted the urge to fall asleep, he didn't have the engergy. He was coughing again and he moaned weakly, he knew he didn't even have a plan.
"And my head hurts so bad , I don't even have a plan." he was gasping a little as his coughing fit ended, He knew that he was doomed if he couldn't think of something. He was bound to get hurt.

"I know... still feels like being late in ways, hate doing that to a friend." The Doctor whispered. He was finding it too hard to speak. He was tired. His body had tensed when he noticed the creatures had approached.

He wondered if he could use his words to even get out of this. It saved him sometimes. He coughed. "NEver should have come here? How was I supposed to know, " He started. He had a small smile on his face. "I was thrown off course and ended up here by accident." That of course was a lie. He knew the creatures were angry and he doubted he would get to reason.