Jack followed Martha's advice and took the time to collect himself before the Doctor woke up. He had dealt with people detoxing before over the years. He had even helped a few of them get clean offering his home as a sanctuary as they fought against him, desperate to get ahold of the drug again. Addicts he could deal with but never had he imagined that he would ever be supporting someone that he looked up to as much as the Doctor. It made him wonder what caused the Doctor to fall so far that he had turned to drugs rather than his friends or companions for comfort. He would find out, though. Maybe not at first as he wouldn't be privy to the early conversations that the Doctor would be forced to have, but in time he hoped the Doctor would also talk to him.
He went to the canteen for a cheap cup of coffee, taking it back to the TARDIS to drink it. He tried to ignore the blood on the floor by the entrance, but the sight of it angered him. He wanted to find the man who had hurt the Doctor and tear him limb from limb until he begged for mercy. Doing so was not going to change what happened to the Doctor, though. Still it would make him feel better. Stepping around the small amount of blood, he walked up to the console running his hands along.
"Thank you for saving him," Jack whispered to her. She hummed at him as he leaned his head against the console. Martha had told him how bad off the Doctor was and if the TARDIS hadn't taken it upon herself to bring the Doctor to UNIT, he would have more than likely died within the next few days to a week at most. "You don't have to worry about him anymore. We will take good care of him and get him cleaned up for you. In the meantime, I'm going to place you into standby mode until he is well enough to travel again. We are also going to be moving you out of the hallway in front of Martha's office to an empty room nearby. Don't worry you will be safe there and close enough that if he needs your help we can come to you," Jack informed her.
The TARDIS hummed at him in understanding. She trusted the humans to take care of her thief for her. Jack placed her into stand-by mode, following the familiar pattern the Doctor had taught him years back. He wanted to place deadlock chains on her breaks to guarantee that the Doctor didn't leave before he was ready. He didn't have any on hand, though. That was alright as he would message Mickey to bring them up on his next trip to visit Martha. Before he left the TARDIS, there was one more thing that he had to do. He walked to the front of the TARDIS, cleaning up the small amount of blood by the door. Feeling slightly better, he headed back to the Doctor's room.
While he had been gone, Martha had added a strong anti-biotic to the IV in the Doctor's arm. She had also started him on a second IV that contained the nutrients his body desperately needed. His arms and legs were once again restrained to the bed in the padded restraints that she had taken off the TARDIS. She had also sent the drug that he had been taken down to the lab to be analyzed along with his blood. She was hoping to find out anything she could about it so that she would be better prepared for him withdrawing. Right now all she knew was that he was going to be aggressive. Based on her knowledge of drugs, she was also prepared for him to be exhausted, in pain and have strong cravings for the drug until it cleared his system completely. While she wouldn't give him anything to reduce his pain, she was hoping that Jack would help her keep him as comfortable as possible until his ordeal was over.
"Feeling better?" Martha asked as he entered the room.
"A little, not much. I will feel better once the Doctor is clean and back to normal," Jack informed her taking a seat beside the Doctor's bed. Martha nodded her agreement.
"Once he is done detoxing, though, he is still going to have to go through both mental and physical healing before he will be allowed to go out in his TARDIS again. I plan to keep him here until he is better, but then I am going to move him to my flat while he continues to heal. It only has two bedrooms, but you are welcome to stay as well. I will just get a second bed for his room so that you can continue to care for him at night or while I am at work," Martha explained.
"It sounds like you have already thought a lot about this," Jack commented.
"I can't stop thinking about it. I can't help but wonder what caused him to start taking drugs in the first place." Martha looked at Jack. "He hated even taking medication for his headaches when I traveled with him. Him becoming a drug addict was the last thing that I would have ever expected from him."
"Me either," Jack agreed. They both paused in their conversation as the Doctor moaned softly. He tried to turn on his side, but the restraints kept him from moving far. Giving up, his breathing evened out again without him ever waking up fully.
"We should probably be quiet and let him sleep as long as he needs to. I will check in again in a little while," Martha whispered. She headed to the door, leaving Jack alone with the Doctor. Jack sat watching the Doctor as he continued to sleep for the next hour before showing signs that he was waking up again. He groaned loudly and tried to raise his hand. Meeting resistance, he opened one eye in confusion. His other eye opened upon seeing the restraints and he sat up as much as he could as he looked around the room quickly assessing where he was. Seeing Jack he collapsed back against the pillows.
"Didn't you get the hint I don't want you around the last time I abandoned you," The Doctor spat at him.
"Lucky for you I am hard to get rid of," Jack informed him, not letting the Doctor know how badly his words actually hurt. He had the feeling that this wouldn't be the last time he heard about it as he helped the Doctor recover. He couldn't let the Doctor know that the Doctor abandoning him had helped shaped his life for the last two thousand years and was still a sore spot.
"That is because you're nothing but a simple minded ape who is eager to please. I left you and still you came running the minute you thought I needed help. Well, you can help me by letting me go," The Doctor hissed at him.
"No. You are here until you are clean and show that you are able to take care of yourself again," Jack told him.
"I don't want your help," The Doctor yelled. Jack just continued to stare at him.
"You don't have a choice. Now you can either calm down and accept the fact that we are not going to let you die or you can be miserable at it. I frankly don't care either way as regardless of what you choose, you will be clean once this is over," Jack advised him more calmly than he felt. He wanted to stand up and shake the Doctor until he made the Doctor realize what he was doing to himself. That would just end up hurting the Doctor more, though. So instead he tried to stay calm and remember what Martha told him about the Doctor hurting him with words since he couldn't lash out. He heard the door open and looked over as Martha came into the room.
"Yelling is one way to let me know you are awake, in the future I would like you to please trying using your call button instead," Martha said.
"Why? My yelling was obviously effective," The Doctor responded. Martha ignored his comment as she headed over to his bed.
"How are you feeling?" She asked him pleasantly. He glared up at her.
"Like someone restrained me," He spat at her. Martha nodded.
"How about physically?" She wondered.
"I am feeling restrained," He drew out the sentence enunciating each syllable slowly and deliberately. Martha just stared at him patiently.
"Until you can show me that you aren't going to lash out and hurt one of us or try to run away as soon as you are released you will be feeling that way quite a bit. So rather than focusing on the restraints, how about you tell me if you are hurting or feeling tired," Martha suggested. The Doctor's eyes narrowed further at her.
"Go to hell," The Doctor told her as he closed his eyes again. Martha looked at Jack and he shook his head. He had only been awake for a few minutes, but already he had shown them just how difficult it was going to be to get him healthy again. Jack just didn't know if he was as up to it as he originally thought. He had to be though for the Doctor's sake.
