The Doctor was breathing heavily and sweaty. He knew that he needed the rest, his body was begging for it. This time however he could sleep, He knew he shouldn't have pushed himself earlier and rested.
He was in pain from his injures but soon managed to fall asleep. His body seemed to relax a bit more as he slept. It has been awhile since he had been so ill, he knew his friends were worried.

"Yeah, I hope not, He seems very sick, but he has had no rest and is injured." Jack was hoping it wasn't serious or they would need to get him help. Though he was sure the TARDIS would make sure they were able to help him the best they could.

"Anyway the Doctor is tough, sure a bit of rest will help him." Jack said trying to stay postive.