"There you go Doctor," Jack stated as he fixed the brown hair so that it was spiked the way this Doctor preferred. He could never imagine the old Doctor with spiky hair but with this one it worked. "What do you think we should do today? I was thinking a nice walk out to the pier so that you can see the sun." Jack offered. The Doctor didn't answer. He never answered, but Jack never gave up hope. Gently he lifted the Doctor out of his bed and placed him in his wheelchair.
It had been two years since he had found the Doctor again and Jack had taken care of him every day. He could have taken the Doctor to a facility that was better able to handle caring for a catatonic patient, but Jack felt as though he owed the Time Lord. Not only had the Doctor once been his friend, it was at the hands of Jack's own boyfriend that the Doctor had become like this.
Everyone had lost someone during the battle of Canary Warf, and some people lost more than others. Jack had been in Cardiff at the time the battle started working on setting up Torchwood three. He had been informed by his boyfriend Ianto that the Doctor had shown up to Torchwood one. Eager to see him again, Jack had dropped everything and drove up to London. By the time he got there though, his hope for a happy reunion was gone. The cyberman had decimated the building killing hundreds before the Doctor had managed to send them back into the void.
From the footage Jack had been able to gather, he saw what happened to Rose. He watched in the same horror as the Doctor as she flew towards the void. He couldn't see what happened to her from there but he saw the footage of after the rift had closed and the Doctor had walked slowly towards the wall. It was then the cameras had cut out. That day Jack had been sure he missed his opportunity to see the Doctor. He had gone room to room looking for survivors and helping those who needed it. It was as he entered the room where they kept the shuttles he realized the Doctor was still there. The Police Box sat in the corner of the room, her light flashing. He had rushed to it only to find her empty.
Realizing the Doctor wouldn't have gone far without her, he continued his search. It was in the same room that Rose had been lost, that Jack finally found him. Jack hadn't recognized him at first. It wasn't because he had changed, no, Jack had seen what the Doctor looked like from the footage of the sycorax attack. It was because the man laying in the room had been brutally beaten. His face was a mess of black and blue bruises. His trousers were missing and he was bleeding. The man was still breathing and as Jack stared to help him he had figured out it was the Doctor. Almost immediately he was sick on the floor, as he wondered who could have hurt him in such a way. After everything the Doctor had did for them, he was abused and discarded like trash.
Jack had carried him to the TARDIS and taken him straight to the medi-bay. He had cleaned the Doctor up and tested the Doctor to find out who had hurt him. The news that it was Ianto had sent Jack into an uncontrolled rage. Ianto still resided in the Torchwood three cells and Jack had informed him that he would let him out only when the Doctor was himself again. Back then though he had promised to leave Ianto in the cells until he rotted. He didn't understand why Ianto had hurt the Doctor. Even if he was jealous, Jack had been happy with Ianto and wasn't planning on leaving him for the Doctor. Ianto though had insured that was exactly what happened.
It had taken almost a week before the Doctor had woken up. When he did though it was immediately obvious something was wrong. He only opened his eyes, he didn't move, didn't speak, didn't do anything really but stare forward, lost in his own mind. Jack had vowed that he would break the Doctor out of it, but as time went on that seemed less and less likely. He wasn't going to give up on the Doctor though. Somewhere in the unresponsive body was the beautiful mind that Jack had once known. He just had to find a way to help him back.