The Doctor struggled to keep walking down the path as he carried Jack. Jack's fighting him didn't help anything, nor did it help that he couldn't hold Jack and use the Sonic to light his way. Several times he almost tripped over unseen obstacles in his way. Only once did he actually come close to dropping Jack as he hit a rock with his foot. He managed to stay upright, somehow, clutching Jack as tightly as he could to his body. In gratitude, Jack's teeth sunk deeply into his arm. The Doctor resisted the urge to push Jack away, but knowing Jack was just defending himself did nothing to relieve the pain.
"Jack, I'm trying to help you," the Doctor scolded him. He received no answer except for the teeth to dig in deeper. His arm felt wet where Jack's mouth was and he hoped it was just saliva from Jack's mouth though he had a feeling that once aboard the TARDIS he would find that he was bleeding. The Doctor reached out his mind to the TARDIS, thankful when she hummed back at him. She was near and he just had to make it a little further before he would be safe inside. He walked as quickly as he dared until his beloved blue box appeared along the path. Adjusting his grip, he snapped his fingers. The door opened inward for him, lighting the rest of his way out of the forest. He took a deep breath of relief, regretting it immediately as the stench of Jack filled his nostrils.
"You are getting a bath as soon as I get you inside," The Doctor informed him. The rest of the walk took less than a minute, and he gratefully closed the doors behind him. With the doors shut, they were safely sealed away from the rest of the world outside. He had once told Rose that not even the assembled hordes of Gangas Kahn could get through those doors and he meant it. If there was anywhere in the universe that he felt completely safe it was in his TARDIS. He just hoped that being in the familiar place would help calm Jack down as well. Looking at the man in his arms, he could see that it was a false hope that Jack hadn't broken his skin as blood dripped down his arm, wetting his sleeve. Jack's mouth was still firmly attached to his arm and the Doctor resisted the urge to flick him in the nose to get him to let go.
As he exited the console room, he found that a bathroom had been placed immediately in front of him and the door to the medi-bay next to it. He silently thanked the TARDIS as he carried Jack into the bathroom. The tub had already been filled and the steam from the water fogged the mirror. The Doctor sat Jack down on the floor first, untangling him from his coat. He made a face as he placed the coat aside to be washed. With Jack on the floor, he was also finally able to free his arm from Jack's mouth. Blood poured down his shirt and the Doctor swore colorfully in Gallifreyan. Moving his sleeve, he could clearly see that he was going to need stitches. He used his teeth to rip his sleeve further, then used the bottom half of his sleeve to wrap around his arm as a makeshift bandage. That accomplished, he lifted the squirming immortal up off the floor, depositing him into the bath. Almost immediately Jack began to scream again. His vocal cords were ruined from screaming previously so it sounded rough and squeaky.
"I'm sorry," the Doctor apologized as he cleaned Jack up as quickly as he could. Jack's skin should have been raw from the filth, but thanks to his immortality his skin was just a little red. Still the bath had to hurt the tender flesh and as soon as he could, he lifted Jack from the bath, carrying him naked once more to the medi-bay. Upon setting him down on the bed, Jack went ballistic. He kicked, punched, screamed and tried to bite the Doctor using all the strength he had to try to fight him off.
"You're fine Jack. I'm not going to hurt you, but you need to calm down before you hurt yourself," The Doctor chastised Jack as Jack fought. He put up the bars to the bed, hoping to keep him on it. The last thing he wanted to do was restrain his friend. He needed Jack to calm down and trust him, not panic because he was in shackles again. The drawer next to Jack opened, glancing in it the Doctor scowled.
"I'm not sedating him. He is afraid," The Doctor informed the TARDIS. She hummed at him. "Yes, I know he bit my arm, but I don't think he realizes it is me. I don't know how much he is able to see or hear at the moment." The Doctor smiled as the drawer closed, then opened again. Rather then still having a syringe inside there was a pair of pajama trousers with an elastic waist. The Doctor pulled them out of the drawer, then grabbed one of Jack's legs, slipping them on. Jack fought harder as he took his other leg and forced it inside the trousers as well. As he started to pull them up Jack's waist, Jack's forehead furrowed in confusion. He got them all the way up, then reached out stroking Jack's head softly.
"There that's better isn't it," He told him softly. Jack didn't respond as his eyes darted unseeing around the medi-bay. "You're safe with me Jack. I'm going to take care of you, I promise. Let's just have a look and see what we are dealing with shall we?" The Doctor pulled out his sonic. Running it slowly over Jack's body, he flicked it to the monitors. The TARDIS analyzed the information displaying it for him to read. Jack had major damage due to the electricity that raced through his body. At the moment, he was both blind and deaf due popped blood vessels in his eyes and damage to his eardrums. Reading that the Doctor glanced at Jack. It was no wonder he had fought so hard as he couldn't recognize it was a friend helping him and no longer his tormenters. He caressed Jack's head softly again as he looked once more at the screen. Jack's vocal cords were raw from screaming and he was dehydrated as well as on the verge of starvation. The drawer opened with the sedative again and this time the Doctor took it out. He picked up the syringe and filled it with the amount the TARDIS suggested.
"You need to rest," The Doctor informed Jack. Even though Jack couldn't hear him, the Doctor felt the need to try to talk to him. "I am going to give you a sedative to allow you to sleep. Once you are asleep, I will set an IV up for you to get you hydrated again. I will also use a high nutrient drip so that you don't starve to death before you heal." He cleaned a place on Jack's arm then pierced his skin with the needle. Jack cried out, starting to fight him again. The Doctor made gentle shushing sounds as he finished giving Jack the injection, then removed the needle. It didn't take long for Jack's movements to grow sluggish. The Doctor covered him with a blanket, tucking him in as he drifted off to sleep. As soon as he was out, the Doctor set up and IV, attaching the drip to it.
With Jack receiving the care he needed, the Doctor finally turned his attention to his own arm. Blood was still flowing down his arm and had turned his sleeved dark brown. Sending a silent request to the TARDIS to wake him as soon as Jack was awake, the Doctor headed back to the controls. He made a notation of he destination and time before changing them to Earth. He would pop in quickly to see Martha and have her suture his arm, then leave before Jack woke up. Until Jack calmed down, he was a danger to not only himself, but everyone around him and the Doctor wasn't about to put Martha into harms way intentionally. He also decided not to take Jack back to Torchwood until he was healed. He could and would care for his friend. He owed him that much.