Amy was still very sound asleep in the bunk above and Rory wasn't keen on disturbing her. Instead, he walked about the TARDIS, thinking The Doctor can't have gone far and he'd be able to get him back into bed by himself. Sure enough a succession of violent sneezes from down the corridor revealed The Doctor's position. Rory enters the console room to find The Doctor tinkering away at his console and pulling some unrecognisable wires apart, causing sparks to fly. Rory walks up next to The Doctor and places a hand on the time lord's shoulder.
"Hello Doctor", Rory sighed.
"Buy me a drink first." the Doctor said, with a smirk.
"I beg your pardon?" said Rory, taken aback.
The Doctor wagged a finger in Rory's face as if to tell him off and said "Oi, I said no flirting".
"I'm not flirting with you. I only said hello."
"How many times do I have to tell you Jack? For you that's flirting."
"Doctor, my name's not Jack. I'm Rory" answered Rory, placing a second hand around the Doctor's other shoulder. Although he was looking directly into The Doctor's eyes, The Doctor didn't appear to be looking at anything in particular. His eyes were very glazed over and he let in a loud, slow and rattling breath. All of a sudden, The Doctor lurched over into a coughing fit. Rory caught him in his arms, supporting The Doctor until, he'd stopped coughing and the respiratory bypass set in.
"Come on. Let's get you back to bed". And with Rory supporting most of The Doctor's weight, they slowly made their way back to the bedroom. On the way, The Doctor rambled about how the main reactor at the Villengard weapons factory went critical, vaporizing the place and how it is now a banana grove. Rory finds a hard time in believing everything The Doctor says.
Once The Doctor was tucked in and seemed to be resting again, Rory took out the thermometer and took The Doctor's temperature. As far as he knew a normal reading should have been at least half of a human's regular body temperature. To any nurse, unaware of The Doctor's unique physiology though, this reading would seem to be only a little higher than that of a healthy human. This was very bad. Rory would test The Doctor's temperature again soon to check if he was getting any worse or not. A thought struck Rory. He began to search through Amy's belongings, until he came across the packet of aspirin. Rory collected a glass of cold water from the kitchen. Unsure of correct dosage, he decided to start off small and build up from there. Rory placed one tablet in the water and let it dissolve, then gently jostled the Doctor until he was conscious enough to sit up. The Doctor seemed somewhat apprehensive when Rory placed the glass at his mouth and kept his lips clenched closed.
"Please," Rory begged. "It will lower your temperature and help with the pain."
The Doctor groaned, but let his mouth open a little and Rory was able to administer the whole dose. When the Doctor was lying back down comfortably, Rory decided that The Doctor should have some food soon and went back to the kitchen. Rory hunted through the bigger-on-the-inside cupboards, until he'd located ingredients for soup and a tin pot. Throwing the ingredients together in the pot, he hoped that this outer space oven could handle metal inside it without blowing up or anything particularly inconvenient like that.