[He'd nearly get his wish, to be honest. But Rose wasn't stupid. She knew something was wrong. Something was really wrong, with how he was slipping, not moving or enunciating or even trying anymore. It had never been this bad. And maybe he'd forgotten, but he'd asked for his sonic a day ago, had left it hanging out of his hand when he'd fallen asleep, so she'd tucked it into his pocket.

He wouldn't be able to reach the drawer on his own.]

We'll all go. You, me, Jack, Amy- Th'TARDIS.. [She'd meant both him when she'd said 'you', technically.] It'll-- It'll be fantastic, yeah?

[She hadn't meant her voice to crack on that last bit. Hadn't meant to let her eyes water because something really was wrong. He wasn't looking at her, wasn't responding like he should have, was going cold again in a way that didn't mean his fever was breaking.

He wasn't breathing.]

.. D-- [No. No, no no. He's not- He's not glowing, he's not sleeping, he's not waking up and he shouldn't be--] Doctor. Hey. Doc... Jack! Jack! He's not-- Doctor, please- You can't-- Wake up, damn you! Regenerate! I-I know you can!

[Because he wasn't waking up. Wasn't flinching, wasn't twitching or breathing or thumping away in his chest like he did when he was unconscious. Slapping his cheek wasn't helping, shoving his shoulder, standing up and giving him a shake that might have rattled a human senseless.]

Wake up! Please- you can't--! Jack! Help me, please! [Had he gone out? Was he even home? Was she just ... screaming for help in an empty house?]