"So youu don't care but you still insist on taking care of me ?" He asked with a cough. He was freezing. He pulled the blankets tighlty around himself. "Seriously though, you don't feel good you should rest" the doctor said
"The universe needs you, not me, No body will care if I die from this." The Master muttered "Need to make sure you are ok, " he refused to admit he cared,
"Yeah.......... well your life is more important still." The Master muttered. He rubbed his back seeing him cough badly. "I am sure many planets would capture and execute me soon as I set foot there."
"Because we all make mistakes" he said. It was harf to explain. But there was something in him that would. Never let him stop caring, he knew that. He rolled over and threw up again