The Doctor was coughing, he curled up in his blankets and seemed miserable. He knew his friends wished they could help him more. He gasped weakly and groaned holding his stomach, It seemed he was finding it hard to relax. 

"Ohh why can't I relax," He coughed more, He was sweating a bit, He looked a mess. He looked at Jack and smiled weakly "I'll be fine Jack, stop looking like things are hopeless."
He knew there was always hope. He hoped that Jack hadn't lost it. "There is always hope Jack, I quite like hope you know that," He was very pale and curled up more and groaned.

Jack was looking at him, he didn't know what else to do, He goes and looks for some sprite or ginger ale knowing that might help settle the Doctor's stomach "I just wish I could do more is all."