The Doctor was looking at her, a small smile formed on his face, "Yeah that would be good," he said quietly. It was hard to find the will to smile when he felt sick. The Doctor fell asleep hugging her and curled up in blankets. He was shivering. 
When he woke he found himself having to rush to the bathroom where he threw up. He knew all of this was from the stress, trauma and lack of sleep he had been through.
He hoped that he would be feeling better tomorrow.