[The sheet feels oddly cold against his skin. Eric winces, but it's from the words. He turns his cheek, nestling against Alan's lap. This seems to calm him some.]

You're not going to watch me die.

[It's the other way around, Alan. You know that.

Raising his eyes and giving the Doctor a dark look, he shakes his head 'no', but there doesn't seem to be a lot more strength for protest.]