The Doctor walked into the kitchen "Morining Cat." He smiled and looked at her. He saw she was making breakfast "How is Jack feeling?" He was hoping better if Jack was going to eat some breakfast.
The immortal was waiting calmly in his bed. "Mmm." He closed his eyes. He was getting bored in his bed, but he knew that he needed to recover fully. Jack lay there and closed his eyes a bit, he was hoping the weakness would go away.