"You can't relax because you're ill, Doctor, it's just normal." Donna commented, standing wearily beside Jack. "You'll get better, Doctor." 

Jack went and got the Time Lord some ginger ale, hoping that it would settle his stomach. Donna was beginning to wonder if the Doctor's illness was all that is seemed. He didn't seem to be getting any better. But he really needed rest. 

"Jack, so you fancy a cup of tea, just me and you while the Doctor has a little bit of a sleep?"