The Master was feeling miserable. He knew that he needed to rest and relax a bit. He was very shaky after he realized he had been seeing things.
“hallucinating…. Ohh.” The Master muttered. “Ugh how high is my fever.?” He wondered if it was to do with his fever, he medicine or both. He shook his head trying to focus himself on reality and not things there weren’t there. 
He knew the Doctor would always worry and care for him as well. He was glad of that. He needed comfort, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, he wanted to be cared for.

He groaned and curled up, His fever was causing him to feel quite sick. He had a nasty headache as well. The Master had no idea why he was feeling sick in the first place. He hated the fact that his body was weak and useless right now.
“How did I get sick?” He mumbled weakly. He was shaking and he coughed a bit. He looked miserable too, he was sure it was only going to be more miserable. At least until his fever broke. He was trying to calm down. He was breathing heavily.
“Damn sickness,” He moaned. His head was hurting him but no as bad luckily. Hangover and now sick brilliant day he thought bitterly.

He was looking at him “A bath would be good,” He felt gross and just wanted to get clean, A bath always helped him when he was feeling horrible. He lets the Doctor help him up. He hates been helped places and feeling weak. But he knows that he needs it. He isn’t even sure he can walk on his own. He also knows tea is good. He sits there while the Doctor fills up the bath. He closed his eyes and was groaning. He wasn’t feeling at all very good.
The time lord blushes a bit as he is undressed. He doesn’t even want to think of Jack’s comments if the man knew, Once in the bath he relaxes. Having a bath did feel good.

Once he was changed and dry after getting out of the bath. He lays in bed and waits for the tea. He never admitted it, but the Doctor made good tea. He had never really met anybody else who could make good tea. He wondered how mad the TARDIS was at him. He was shivering a bit and he curled up in the blankets, The ship already had plenty of reason to hate him. He knew after what he had done to her before it was expected and now he had added to that even if he hadn’t meant to. He sat up when the Doctor brought him tea and he sipped it.

After tea he fell asleep. He was hoping his fever would come down with sleep. He coughed in his sleep. He didn’t seem to be feeling all that well. When he woke he groaned and pulled the covers over. He was shaking but was out of bed quite quickly and to the bathroom. He coughed and threw up . He held his head and walked out of the bathroom after. His fever seemed to be coming down slowly. He was hoping he would feel better soon enough. He didn’t want to stay in bed. He then lay back down and was coughing more.

“Doctor….,” The Master whispered. 

Jack was wondering whether the Master would eat anything. He just got himself a sandwich and began eating, He knew the Doctor would look after the Master till he was better. The Master coughed more and groaned curling up. He was still miserable and wondered what else the Doctor could even do to make him feel better.
He looked by his bed and grabbed his glass of water and drinks it. He was a bit dizzy and just closed his eyes willing the dizziness to go away.
He wondered if the Doctor had anymore medicine for him. If he was lucky. He was sure he would be feeling better by tomorrow. If not he would give it a few days.