The Doctor was pale as he was laying on the hospital bed, He certainly didn't look very well. He was breathing heavily. Those who had known the Doctor in the past knew that taking him to a human hospital could be risky if people found out what he was. 
"Rose...," he started to say, tears where dripping down his face as he did. He truely was very lonely. 

When he awoke the Doctor coughed more and held his head, He knew he would be in trouble if they gave him Aspirin as it was dangerous to time lords. At the moment he wasn't even aware of where he was, just very dazed and weak. It was true he had woken with a very terrible flu. He would have stayed in the safety of his TARDIS to get well, but he was miserable being on his own. His body was aching and he closed his eyes. Though they soon snapped open again and he looked around.

Hospital.. he thought. That might not be good. He knew some people wouldn't harm him but he couldn't always be sure, plus the medicines didn't always agree with him, well mostly the Aspirin. He didn't have time to think of all that, his stomach was churning, who ever had taken him here must have just been concerned because of how ill he was.

He suddenly gagged though and ended up throwing up on his bed, he hadn't really seen that coming so fast. The Doctor knew it was very sick. "Ugh." He was shaking badly as well. His face was so pale. He didn't feel at all very well.