Jack moved the machine away from the Doctor and collected the disk with the scans it had taken. He took them back into the lab with Martha and proceeded to print the various x-rays. He tried to keep one eye on the Doctor as he reviewed the scans but the scans told more of the Doctor's capture. Jack ended up having to excuse himself for a moment as he hurried to the bathroom. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet and was sick to his stomach. He sat back and wiped his face on his hand, trying to get the courage to get up and go back in there. How the Doctor was still alive was beyond him.
The Doctor's leg had been broken, more then likely early on and set incorrectly. His right hand was also a jigsaw of broken bones that had been left to heal on their own. He had several cracked ribs and deep bruises that covered his entire body. Jack had received similar torture aboard the Valiant from the Master as a way to amuse himself. Jack though, once he died, revived with a perfect body. The Doctor wouldn't have that luxury unless he regenerated. Shaking Jack got to his feet and went to the sink, splashing his face with water, before returning to Martha.
"He is going to need surgery to repair his hand and leg." Martha commented as Jack came in, her voice also slightly shaking, with both anger and sadness over what happened to him. She placed the two x-rays on the glass and studied them. "We can't operate yet though, not only are his kidneys failing, he is also anemic, dehydrated and running a high fever. We need to get blood into him, get him hydrated and onto antibiotics if he is going to last the night."
"Do you think he can?" Jack wondered.
"He is a fighter Jack, otherwise he would have all ready succumbed to his injuries. I need you to go into the medi-bay once more. He has blood stored there that is his and he also also has high nutrient drips. If we can get him hydrated that may help his kidneys. We may have to start him on dialysis soon, as well to assist with his body removing the toxins until his kidneys are better." Martha explained to Jack. She then turned and picked up another sheet from beside the printer. "The test have started to come back on his blood and he has only one drug in his system, that I have found so far. I don't recognize it but I am going to compare it's compounds to see if I can still give him pain killers, and sedate him."
"I don't recognize it either," Jack replied as he read the results. He handed the paperwork back to Martha. He looked out at the Doctor who was still laying motionless strapped to the board. "I will go get the blood and drips."
Jack set up the high energy drip for the Doctor and then inserted a second IV to run the blood into him. He ran through the Doctor's vitals while Martha continued to work diligently in the lab. It was another half an hour before Martha confirmed that she could give him pain killer. She came out with the pain killers as well as a sedative, injecting both them in to the cannula on the IV. She check the Doctor's breathing and hooked electrodes across his chest to monitor his two hearts. Once they were sure that he wasn't having an adverse reaction to the drugs they set to work. Starting at his head.
The first thing that Martha did was shave the Doctor's head, apologizing to him the entire time. His bald head revealed a mess of cuts, bumps and bruises as well. None of the cuts on his head needed stitches. Jack figure the only reason they had left the back of his head alone was because causing the Doctor brain damage wouldn't get them their answers. His face was a different story though. Martha set the Doctor's nose and then placed a nose cast on it to hold it in place. She then placed a cold compress on his right eye to try to bring down the swelling. She checked inside of his mouth for any chipped teeth before moving down to his neck.
They cleaned all the open wounds on his body and stitched the ones that they could. His back was a mess and took hours to clean and bandage properly. Jack regretted putting him on the back board but knew there was no choice until they had confirmed there was no spinal injury. Martha examined his right hand and determined that he had very little movement in his hand and she wasn't sure how much they were going to be able to give him. She was going to have to bring in a specialist when it actually came time to repair his hand. For now though she set the bones the best she could without surgery and put a cast on his hand.
His leg was braced and secured. It was the older of the broken bones and there wasn't much they could do unless they broke the bone and reset it. He just wouldn't be able to walk on it until they did and with his feet she didn't see him walking as an issue. Once they had finished taking care of his feet, they carefully transferred him on to the mattress bad, removing the back and neck braces. To his IV she added a powerful antibiotic, anti-inflammatory as well as a medication to help his kidney function.
She gave him a once over just to make sure she hadn't missed anything and that he was comfortable. It was only then that she allowed herself to break down. She sat on the ground beside his bed and pulled her knees up to her chest as she sobbed. Even with him stable she didn't give him much hope of a full recovery. He had surprised her before and she hoped to whatever was out there that he would do it again. She had no doubt in her mind that he hadn't escaped the place that did this to him on his own and silently she sent a thank you to whoever got him out. She just wished that they would have accomplished it sooner. Wishing wasn't going to change anything though.
Wiping her eyes she stood up and went back to the Doctor's bed. The sheet covered up his lower body injuries but did nothing to hide his chest or his face. She needed to pull herself together, the sedative would begin to wear off soon and if he woke again, he didn't need to find her broken down. No, she chastised herself softly, when he woke up. She had to have faith he would be all right. She adjusted the oxygen reader on his finger and found that his oxygen levels had come up which was a good start. She grabbed the thermometer Jack had left by the bed and placed it in his ear. His temperature had dropped a little but was still far to high. He was doing better though and that was what she needed to see. The first hurdle for him would be surviving the night.
Jack returned with coffee for the both of them as well as food. Neither one of them ate much though as they sat vigilantly beside the Doctor's bed monitoring him. For the first part of the night, he showed no improvement but around two in the morning the Doctor's breathing began to change again. His heart beats raced and he groaned softly.
"Doctor are you waking up again?" Martha asked him calmly. Motioning to Jack to keep silent for a moment. She didn't want to confuse the Doctor with multiple voices if he was trying to wake up. "Come on Doctor open your eyes for me." He moaned again and tried to lift his right hand. He got it a little bit off the bed, before just dropping it back. Martha gently rubbed his shoulder, where there was no bruise and for a brief moment she saw his eye open.
"Hello," She said happily. His eye opened again and he kept it open this time as he looked around him, before putting his focus back on Martha. His forehead creased a little in confusion.
"Where," he croaked softly. His mouth and throat were dry from the oxygen and it took a lot of effort for him to form the one word.
"With Jack and I." She answered, not saying Torchwood. She remembered how upset the name named him last time and she wanted to avoid upsetting him.
"K," He replied as his eye drifted closed again. The monitors showed that he had fallen back asleep again. Martha moved his arm back into a more comfortable position before looking at Jack. He had tears flowing freely down his face. Witnessing the Doctor waking up had been hard. On the bright side he had woken up and been aware. That was one less thing on her long list that she had to worry about at the moment.