The Doctor still seemed startled. He looked at her "Thank you," he smiled weakly and takes the tea and sipped it. He was closing his eyes "If this gets too bad, if I am unsure I will live.. I will need to see Rose then," he coughed weakly. It was strange he would think that negative, but he felt very bad and didn't want to die without Rose being there for him.
He was sobbing weakly again and eats his soup. 
Feeling sick was so utterly miserable for him. The Doctor was looking like he needed more blankets. He was feeling cold , he didn't like laying in bed either.