The Doctor was getting rather bored laying in bed, he sighed and wondered if he should just get up, he almost wished that their would be an alien attack. Even if he was sick he needed something to do. He didn't care if he was having to chase aliens when he wasn't feeling well. The Doctor would cope if he had to.
His throat still rather hurt as well.

The Doctor was laying there, He sneezed again and uses tissue, After awhile the Doctor can't take laying down, and he shakily gets to his feet and walked out to where her friends were. 
He felt too alone in the bedroom. "Hello," he coughed and smiled weakly at her friends. He looked rather sick and was sweating from being out of bed.He though couldn't stand being in the room too long. He had his sonic screwdriver in his hand as well. It was like he was also keeping alert for something.
"I know I should be in bed, but its too hard," he replied.