The Master was laying in bed, he felt achy and weak. He was cursing the fact that he had even come down with a fever. He wondered if that was another reason he passed out. He didn’t want to be thought of as weak and useless. He was the Master. He thought it was rather pathetic that he would end up sick in the first place. He was sure that if his enemies had known he would have lost a lot of his pride. Under normal circumstances he would have lost a lot of pride with the Doctor knowing. He felt miserable and he cougher a bit.

“Ugh why do I have to get sick,” The Master complained, He didn't think that it was fair. He sniffed a bit and sneeze again reaching for a tissue. He wasn't sure how or why he was sick in the first place. He didn't seem to want that. It wasn't even fair. He felt like his throat was slightly hurting as well. He knew the Doctor always had very effective medicines to give him though. He was looking at the Doctor. He wished that he could be feeling better. He doubted the Doctor would have an insanely quick cure. But he knew that it would still help faster than the medicine those stupid humans took. He wasn't even sure how any of that worked. Plus the MAster knew time lords were allergic to Aspirin. He always wondered if humans had made that on purpose. He shook his head. He didn't understand how the Doctor even liked being around those stunted apes. Time lord's were much more superior in his mind.

He was glad to be back in bed once the other time lord had got him off the floor. He felt so weak and useless. His head seemed all fuzzy and he lay down again. He was unsure when the miserable feeling would pass, he just lay his head on the Doctor. He was sweating from his fever. He knew the Doctor would have good medicines for him though. As much as he didn’t feel like taking them either. He hugged him close. His whole body was trembling a bit. He really wished that he could stop shaking. What is wrong with me he was thinking. It wasn't normal that he would even be shaking so much. He blamed humans for him getting ill in the first place. Their planet always seemed so full of easy to catch sickness.

He looked around as the Doctor explained about the medicine. He raised an eyebrow. He wondered if the Doctor was right that it would be ok for him to take all the medicine at once. He hoped that was sure, The other time lord was the Doctor so he knew what he was talking about. At least the Master did hope that. He knew the Doctor had medical degree but he wondered how skilled he was with it. He sits up slowly and downed the medicine. He was looking a mess to what he had earlier . “I suppose I look terrible.” He chuckled a bit. He was indeed pale and had nasty dark shadows under his eyes. He looked as terrible as he felt. He was sweaty and just badly wished that he could take a bath.

Just like when they were younger, the Doctor stayed by him and looked after him. He was shaking a bit “Your always looking after me, even after the amount of times I told you to leave me alone, Like that time I had been laying in my bed all day feeling ill and you decided to come see me to see if I was ok, and then I kept throwing stuff like books in your direction.” He chuckled . “I remember hitting you a few times with books any time I was in a foul mood and you would be in tears.” He hadn't meant to hurt him those times though.

The Master knew his madness had made him a truly different person. He had forgotten all the times that he didn't want to hurt the Doctor. He was shivering a bit. He wondered where the Doctor was taking them next though he knew that he was going to be in need of a long nap to recover. At least he hoped that would do it."Ugh I want to take a bath, but I know It might be a bad idea if I can't barely stay awake and if I am so dizzy." He shook his head. It was gross to be feeling all sweaty as well.
He stayed close to the Doctor and snuggled up. He jolted he started seeing things and he backed up against the headboard. 

He could hear and see Daleks that weren't really there, He fumbled in his pockets for his laser screwdriver. “Dammit where is it.” He mumbled. He still didn't look all that focused on reality. He then remembered the Doctor had his screwdriver. He was looking nervous. “Doctor …. I need my screwdriver… there is a Dalek in here.” He had no idea that it wasn't really there. To anybody he would seem truly mad. He just saw that his life was in danger. He wondered where the Doctor had put his screwdriver. He noticed the Doctor had taken off his jacket. He though managed to get his screwdriver off the Doctor. Not waiting for an answer. He pointed it in the direction he saw the Dalek and blasted the laser, hitting part of the TARDIS. He was panting.