The Master was looking at him. He looked very pale and ill. "How are you not throwing up." He didn't seem to get that. He held his stomach a bit. The sick feeling not going away.
The Master knew it had been a long time since he was nice to the Doctor like this. He felt like throwing up again . He gives the Doctor water and drinks his own.
"You always say that even if I am.. not sick," he groaned and ran to the bathroom and threw up. He was crying unable to handle feeling this sick anymore.
the doctor got up to comfort the master. "Your sickness should be over shortly, cause you've already had it for a while" he said rubbing the masters back