It was a long time since he'd slept in a comfortable bed. The bed in the foster home had been too hard and now he just had a foam roll on top of a pile of leaves and a sleeping bag in his shelter. It wasn't that bad, but the mattress on the sickbay bed was soft and seemed to envelope him. His ankle was aching right down deeply in the bone. He thought that was probably what had woken him up because he could have slept for longer. He used his clicker three times. His mouth felt quite dry so he poured some water from the jug and drank that.

The Doctor was on the next bed. He was lying more on his front than on his back, but his back was toward him. He didn't think it would be a comfortable position if he'd tried to sleep like that. He could hear the Doctor breathing. It sounded quite fast and when he watched he could see he was shaking and heaving with the effort of getting the shallow breaths in. Josh knew he didn't know much about time lords. Until the day before he thought it was just a story Gramps had made up to make him feel better. He was glad now that he'd never admitted to his great grandfather that he didn't believe the stories he told him about his mum saving worlds alongside an alien man in a wooden box. Even if he didn't know much about time lords he didn't think it was normal for anyone to be shaking in their sleep.

"Doctor?" Josh spoke quietly as he tried to get his attention. When he didn't get a response he called over a bit louder. "Doctor? Are you awake?"

"Josh…"

"Are you okay?"

"Breakfast…" the Doctor breathed. "Need to get… you breakfast."

"Are you okay?"

"Fine... I'm fine… always fine… I'll get you breakfast… and I'll check… temperature… it's got cold… in here."

"I don't think you sound very well, Doctor," Josh told him. "It's not cold in here."

"S'freezing…"

"Maybe you should stay in bed until Martha gets here."

"If not fed you… will be… in trouble."

"I'm not hungry right now, Doctor," Josh assured him. "You should just stay in bed."

"Don't want them… to take you… off me… will get… breakfast."

"I don't want any breakfast, Doctor," Josh told him. "Should I ring Martha?" he asked. "Stay where you are, okay?" Josh suggested as he watched the Doctor try to rise from where he was lying on the bed. He must have tried to slide off the bed onto his feet before he'd managed to sit because he just collapsed off the side of the bed and onto the floor.

"Jesus?" Josh unclipped his leg from the sling on the bed and carefully moved so he was sitting on the edge. He didn't waste time with the crutches. He could hear the Doctor gasping and struggling to breathe. He hopped from his bed to the Doctor's and then round to the other side where the Doctor was on the floor. He was floundering. The Doctor tried to get back up, but managing only to lift his head for a second before he collapsed back down. "Doctor? Stay still okay?" Josh grabbed the pillow from the bed the Doctor had been sleeping on. It felt damp on the top, but when he turned it over expecting the underside to be dry he saw that it was red. He was wearing a dark coloured T-shirt, but when he looked he could see it was wet. "You're still bleeding," Josh commented. "This isn't right."

Josh put the pillow under the Doctor's head, blood side down. He eased the T-shirt up and saw that all of the dressings that Martha had put on his back were sopping wet. The front of his T-shirt was damp and his skin felt cold and clammy. "Doctor?"

"S'freezing… in here."

Josh put his hand on the Doctor's. He did feel cold, but he was sweating. He grabbed the blanket that was folded at the end of the bed. He'd not been sleeping with the blanket, just with a sheet, but the sheet was bloody. The blanket felt fleecy and warm and he tucked it around him. He put his hand to the Doctor's forehead but the Doctor shuddered and gasped making Josh pull his hand away.

"Stay there. I'm going to get help," Josh told him. He hopped back to his bed and got the crutches and then swung through them as quickly as he dared to the front of the TARDIS. He went out. It was only just getting light. He'd not realised it was so early. It could only been about five in the morning. There was no way of knowing what the time was in the TARDIS. There were no clocks anywhere and his watch had stopped about five months previously. He still wore it though because his dad had got it for him.

There were lights on in the tents where UNIT were set up. He had no sock or trainer on and the ground felt damp under his foot. There were two soldiers in the main tent where the Doctor had been speaking to Major Magumbo the day before. They were drinking hot drinks from tin mugs and didn't seem very busy. "Is Martha here yet?"

"You're that runaway kid aren't you?" One of them asked him.

"I guess so."

"Do you know how much trouble you've caused everyone?"

"Not really," Josh commented. "Is Martha here?"

"Who?"

"Doctor Jones-Smith. Is she here?"

"Not yet kid."

"What time does she get here?"

"Medics run a different shift to us. I've got no idea. It'll be after seven though. We go off while the night medics are still here. You need him? What did you do to yourself?"

"Broke my ankle," Josh commented. "I don't need a different medic, I need Dr Jones-Smith."

"You reckon the medical director is going to come running out here early because you got a bust ankle?"

"She's the medical director for UNIT?" Josh checked. "Didn't she leave orders for her to be called immediately if I need her?"

"If she did then they'll be with the other medic."

"Can you ask him?"

"He's out on patrol. He'll be back within an hour or so. By which time you might as well wait for Dr Jones-Smith to come in on her own. Go put some ice on it. She'll see you when she gets in. And, best not to go wandering round the woods with no shoes on. You'll end up with a broken ankle and a messed up foot."

"Right, thanks for your concern," Josh commented. He didn't want to tell anyone apart from Martha that it was the Doctor that needed help. He didn't know which medics knew about time lords and which didn't. He hurried back to the TARDIS and got his phone out. He had no idea that Martha wasn't just a doctor for UNIT but that she was actually the medical director. That meant she was really high up. He hurried back into the TARDIS sickbay and got his phone. It didn't look like the Doctor had tried to get up off the floor. The blanket was tighter around him though and he was shivering violently and his breath sounded like it was rasping.

The painkillers and antibiotics Martha had left him were by the bed and there were pills pressed out of the foil covered sheets. He'd taken them, so he probably wasn't infected, but he was clearly sick and still bleeding - what if he'd been wrong? What if he could slowly bleed to death from the wounds? Tears pricked Josh's eyes as he realised how serious it could be. What if he died as well when he'd only just met him and found out he was real? He couldn't let that happen, but what could he do except get him help? He really hoped Martha was up and would come in, but he didn't have her number and he didn't think the soldiers would tell him and he didn't think the Doctor could wait until the other medic came back an he didn't want to go off into the woods to try and find him. It wasn't totally light yet and the woods went on for miles - he could be anywhere, and, there were giant man-eating creatures out there. He wasn't going to go outside searching the woods. He had to think of another way.