"Jack we need to get him to the TARDIS and pump his stomach now before any more of the asprin is absorbed." Martha said as she turned to look at Jack. Jack sat on the floor still, in shock twirling the ring around his finger. "Now Jack," Martha snapped though her eyes were filled with concern, and he quickly stood up. He nodded at her, not daring to trust his voice and moved next to the bed.

It seemed as though his world was moving in slow motion, as he picked up the limp body of his husband and carried him down the stairs to the TARDIS. The Doctor was barely breathing and his body felt even colder then normal. Martha left the TARDIS doors open as she ran in ahead of him to prepare and it unnerved him even more to see the lights of the TARDIS dimmed. The lights were only ever dimmed when she was on standby power and that meant the Doctor had prepared for this.

"Why sweetheart?" Jack asked as he moved through to the medi bay and placed the Doctor on one of the beds.

"Jack, I am sorry and it is a horrible thing to ask of you but I wouldn't ask it if it wasn't necessary," Martha rambled as she quickly but efficiently inserted the needle for an IV in the Doctor's hand and started the saline drip.

"What do you need," Jack whispered.

"I need you to help me hold him on his left side, why I pump his stomach. I am then going to give him an activated charcoal to make sure no more of the asprin is absorbed. His body can't take much more and I have all ready given him another dose of the emergency intervention." Jack rolled the Doctor gently over and supported him while Martha grabbed two different tubes before standing near the Doctor's head and setting to work. Jack watched as she forced the first tube into the Doctor's mouth to protect his airway before sliding in the second.

Jack couldn't watch any longer and tears filled his eyes as he closed them and tried to figure out where they went wrong.

-DW-

Six years ago the two of them had stood together at the alter and the Doctor had taken his hand in marriage. They had been so in love back then and even though they had all ready been together for three years at that point, he still couldn't believe the Doctor was really marrying him. For the Doctor it was different though, his love for Jack had grown over the years, after meeting the conman who would save his life in every way possible. He didn't need the rings to know that he was going to spend the rest of his life with Jack, but Jack had insisted on a wedding and so he finally agreed.

They had a simple service in front of their friends before the two took off into the stars. They spent the first year running and seeing new planets. They spent many sunsets on strange planets and sat beneath many skies. They were happy.

Then the Doctor became sick. He was getting worse and so Jack took him back to Earth. It was then that they discovered that the Doctor wasn't sick but was in fact pregnant. The Doctor was shocked at first but Jack bought them a small home and they quickly settled into the domesticated life.

The day that Imogen was born was both a happy and devastating day for the Doctor. It was a sad occasion because his body had not responded properly to the pregnancy and it was discovered that Imogen had caused him damage and he wouldn't be able to get pregnant again during this generation. His plans for a large family were ruined but instead of dwell on it he quickly made Imogen the center of his life and loved her with all of both of his hearts.

He couldn't picture his life without his daughter in it and he stopped traveling as much as he made sure that she was safe. Jack took to working more and it was then that they slowly drifted apart. Kissing that once came on a whim, now was routine as Jack left in the morning, or as they settled into bed. Romantic gestures were lost and sex between them was now a rare thing. Still he loved Jack and wanted his family so he held on during the hard times.

Yet they continued. He found it harder and harder to get out of bed in the morning and take care of the home. He use to leave the house every day with Imogen but now there were times when he wouldn't leave the house for days and instead the two of them would stay curled up in his bed as he told her stories. He knew he was getting depressed but depression was something he had dealt with all his life. From a young age he was taught that his depression was a weakness and instead of learning how to deal with his depression, he instead learned how to hide it. So on days where he felt a little better, he would pull himself out of bed and continue on as though everything was normal. He had pulled through it before and he was sure he could again.

-DW-

Jack felt a hand on his shoulder and he turned to look at it. Martha was standing beside him now and he realized that he hadn't seen her move from in front of the Doctor. He looked down to see that the tubes had been removed.

"You can lay him on his back now. I am done pumping his stomach and I have given him the charcoal." Martha advised as she helped Jack roll the Doctor back over.

"How bad is he?" Jack asked weakly.

"Honestly Asprin was the worse thing he could have taken. The next twenty four hours are going to be critical and I will monitor him closely for any signs of kidney failure." Martha began.

"If he gets too bad, won't he regenerate?" Jack asked.

"No, not with asprin. Asprin inhibits his ability to regenerate. If he dies it will be a permanent death, unless I can bring him back. I swear to you, that I will bring him back until I can't anymore, but right now, I think you should prepare for the worse." Martha didn't want to give Jack any false hope. The Doctor was in bad shape and she didn't have much hope of him pulling through.

"What do I tell Imogen? Her and the Doctor are so close. How could he do this to our daughter?" Jack wondered as Martha continued to work to make sure that the Doctor was stable and remained that way.

"I don't know Jack." Martha said silently.