The doctor grabbed the master some tylenol for his head and handed it to him. "Ill be in one of the rooms closeby, most likey bext door" he said knowing that was proabbly as far as he could make it.
The Master huffed and takes it, he though just rolled his eyes "What ever." He didn't care what the other time lord did. He wanted the drumming to stop when it was this bad.
The doctor really wanted to help his fellow timelorf but he just didn't have the energy to do so at the moment. He collapsed onto the bed and fellow asleep in a matter of minutes, but it wassnt toovlong till the nightmareshbegan again he whimpered and cried out every noe and
The Master groaned shoving a pillow over his head, he wished the Doctor didn't have to make so much noise when he had nightmares. He soon was sleeping though and rolled over. The Master did have nightmares as well, but he mainly just sweated and tossed and turned but he didn't cry out, he grumbled in his sleep.
Eventually the doctor woke up with a sigh he was exhausted. He went and grabbed himself a sleeping pill and popped it in his mouth. It wasn't that soon before he bagan to feel drowsy and laid back down falling asleep again, this one being a deep and dreamless sleep
The Master growled and rolled over, He knew there was too much from the past that bothered him, he was sure it was the same with the Doctor. He goes back to sleep and wakes the next morning a bit later than the Doctor. The Master knows the Doctor will probably come bother him again at some point.
The Master gets up, he doesn't care if hes not meant to, he feels worse and after awhile he rushes to the bathroom and throws up. He knows the Doctor won't leave him now, he was sweating.
"You okay?" The doctor asked. He was leaning against the wall, eyes shut damn pills he hated them for that one reason. The grogginess. The feeling of being drugged pratically. He hated it, and a groggy voice.
The Master threw up once more and leaned on a wall after , he felt dizzy, his fever had gotten worse as he pushed the Doctors help away too much, he flushed the toilet. "No... what do you think," there as no anger in his voice though.
"Not your fault.....I mean my fault you pushed my help away" damn pills. He resolved that if they were going to mees with his speech t9. He wouldn't tale themunless it was an emergency. He went and got a bucket and more tylenol for the master and put it in his bedroom then disappeared for a llonger this time coming back with soup. "There's some soap.....soup. ..soup, the hell"
The Master was faintly amused that the Doctor wasn't making sense. Though he was feeling too miserable to laugh about it. He lays down on the bed. "Your not making sense.." The Master stated. He sits up weakly when he brings him the soup, He was sure that the Doctor would make sure he ate, he didn't want to really.
" I know that...this..whatver! Friggin sleeping pills" he said annoyed. "Abything else you need?" The doctor asked staring nothing then snapping out of it
The Master coughed weakly and he had a hand across his forehead. "Water........ " he wasn't saying please or anything though, why did he have to gets sick. He eats his soup and sighed weakly.
The doctor grabbed the master a cup of water and broke it back to him. "Was it just me or was there an extra adde3d hallway out htere....could swear I saw a hallway that wasn't there last night"
The Master shrugged "Your ship, how should I know and your half dazed." he takes the water and drinks it. He shivered a bit and sighed, he was too sick to be snappy anymore.