The Doctor was laying there, He liked it when Donna stroked his hair, He seemed to relax him a little. He was in pain from his broken ribs as well and the nasty wound on his back.
"Ugh." he groaned and tensed up again.
The poor time lord really wasn't well. He leaned over and threw up a bit into the bucket. "I..I don't think I can walk."
Jack sighed looking worried, "I think hes too weak to walk."
He goes and gets the Doctor some more water. He walked back into the room, sees the Doctor is still throwing up so puts the water on the night stand. He was worried about his friend knowing he was so sick.
The Doctor was shivering and moaning, he felt very miserable and weak. He continued to throw up. Jack was worried as the Doctor's stomach still seemed very unsettled. Jack sighed more. "Its ok Doctor."