"I'm sorry, John. I'm sorry." The Doctor pulled him along, steadying him to the best of his ability as they walked across the console room. He swallowed, nodding despite it not being quite true. "Cure. Yes. You'll be fine, I tell you. Come on. You have to pull yourself together. John Hart isn't going to die from one tiny little virus, you're better than that." He managed to walk them into the corridor, heading down toward the med bay door.

"You shouldn't feel the TARDIS' movements much here. All stabilized. Look, John, remember the people we just saw, alright? The important thing is that you don't fall asleep. Don't you dare fall asleep on me, because you've seen them. You know they don't wake up and I'm not going to let this happen to you, you hear me? I'm not."