The Doctor was coughing more, he knew he couldn't defend himself that well, He was very dizzy. He also didn't like having to resort to violence either. He was looking at Donna, he had nasty fever and wasn't able to focus.

"Ohhh my head," he whimpered a bit as he held his head, He was already aching from his sickness and getting beaten up wasn't going to feel good. He knew he would need a plan to get them out of here, but he just couldn't think. He has tears falling down his face from how miserable he felt. Maybe he should have ran earlier. He had thought that he was able to find out what was going on here.

As the creatures started to attack him, the Doctor was knocked off his feet, he seemed unable to defend himself, They ended up breaking his ribs causing him to scream in pain. He recoiled curling up trying to protect himself from further harm and was slashed down his back. He winced trying to fight back the pain he was in. They weren't seeming to care about how ill he was. He coughed and passed out when the injures got too much for him. He was carried off with Donna. He was pale and looked even worse from his injures.