[Rose physically runs straight into him, smacking her head into his chest, arms full of blankets and a robe-jacket-thing that looked to be his size.]

Oh. Ow, Doctor you shouldn't--

[Blink blink, blush.] Sorry, if you're looking for Mr. Fell, [And because if you can't joke at a time like this...] He's fallen and can't get up.

Lend a hand will ya?

[Dumps half of the blankets into his arms, and positions the jacket/robe backwards over him to try to cover his decency.] I don't know which of you all is worse at handling mortality. No, [Growl!] Still the Doctor, but blimey you come close.

How strong are you? Ironically if you were the one knocked out... [Flaps a hand, ignore that.]