The Doctor had dropped off to sleep after finishing his conversations over the network. The task of maintaining enough focus to be semi-coherent as well as the physical exertion of sitting up and typing had exhausted him, and he'd barely had time to sign off before sleep claimed him. He was still quite sick, though the poison was now clear of his system. His body needed a bit of time to repair the damage the toxins had left in their wake. What the TARDIS had done for him was merely jump start the process. The largest share of the labor was still his, and just like humans, Time Lords healed best when they took the time to rest.
He looked a little worse than he had while suffering a neural implosion after his regeneration on Satellite Five. He looked tired and worn and a bit too thin, though thankfully, he had reached a point where he could hold his own, without having to depend on the TARDIS's medical equipment to keep him going. The double heartbeat that pulsed beneath his skin was steady, if a little weak.
It took him some time, after Rose settled at the edge of his bed, to wake up enough to notice that he wasn't alone. He shifted his hand to lace his fingers between hers before he opened his eyes and smiled. "Hi."