The Doctor was completely asleep, his arms went around a pillow as soon as he was put into a bed. It was clear that he was just too ill to keep awake.
He curled up in his blankets. He was very pale. When he awoke The Doctor was holding his head. He looked a bit miserable. He sighed leaning back and was thinking.
He had woken rather startled from a bad dream and pulled the covers back over. Sometimes he wished he could sleep without having nightmares, it was getting bothersome.

He was shaking and sighed, Damn dreams. He knew that he needed to get better. He hated feeling sick, he knew that he missed being cared for like this.