The Doctor sits up and drinks some water. He feels dizzy. "Mmm alright," He knew he would carry on normally even if he was in bad shape. He never seemed to be able to stop that unless his companions stopped him. He was thinking for awhile.
Jack was looking at him "Yeah we don't mind, " He said.
"Just sucks when I recovered from illness already." The Doctor said. "Oh Sod this." He complained as he held his wounded shoulder.