"We talked about that, remember? Chess set attack, expelled, all that jazz. Never been brilliant, just been me. And I don't like all this touchy bullshit so knock it off," John insisted, he didn't want to die listening to the Doctor compliment him. His skin cooled a little and John closed his eyes, exhaling slowly because it definitely hurt, it all hurt. And he couldn't bring himself to move. If he could have, he would have slept right then and there. But instead, he forced himself to open his eyes and focus forward.

"He makes everyone jealous, that's his job in life," John turned his head to the Doctor, his chest hurting horrible with every breath. Just because he had more time, didn't mean he was enjoying what time he had. This thing was horrendous. Inside, he felt this horrible nagging feeling that any minute now he was either going to pass out or vomit. And neither were ideal. "You should have taken Jack on this adventure. He would of bounced back in seconds. Us humans, so moral, we're quick to be sick."