He was still laying on the bed, when Jack entered the room. His headache was down to a dull throb and the sound of Jack's footsteps no longer pounded against his head.

"That's not going to do you any good laying there." Jack commented as he entered. The Doctor had removed the IV from his hand almost as soon as Martha had left the room.

"I don't like it," he pouted.

"It doesn't matter. You promised a month." Jack picked up the IV and laid it off to the side. "You also said you would help us, but so far, the last couple of days all you have done is mope. Martha is working herself to the point of exhaustion to try to save your life. The least you could do is show some gratitude and leave the IV in."

"It doesn't matter at this point Jack."

"If you keep acting like this, then no, no it wont." Jack responded. "Now get up, get dressed and you and I are going to have some lunch."

"I'm not hungry."

"I'm not asking." Jack snipped.

He decided to try a different approach. "I don't want to throw up and we haven't found a nausea pill that works for me yet."

"Still not caring." Jack responded as he pulled out a pair of trousers and a t shirt.

"I don't like throwing up."

"I don't know anyone who does." Jack walked back over to the bed and pulled the blankets to the floor. "Do you want to get up now, or do I have to drag you out of bed and to the kitchen?"

He sighed and sat up and took the clothes Jack offered him. He expected Jack to leave as he got dressed but Jack stood there and watched him with his arms crossed. "Why are you angry with me?"

"Why do you think? First you give us a time limit and then you give up before we're even half way there." Jack glared at him as he pulled the shirt over his head. "Follow me." He ordered the Doctor as he left the room. "Oh and if you think you're going back to bed as soon as I step out of the room, know that I won't think twice about throwing you over my shoulder and bringing you with me."

He slowly followed Jack out of his bedroom and up the stairs to the small kitchen. He sat down at the table as Jack grabbed a cup off the counter and brought it over to him. He took the tea from Jack. Taking a small sip he made a face when he realized it was almost cold.

"Well if you would have got up here sooner it would be warm." Jack offered him no sympathy. "Here take these."

The Doctor held out his hand and Jack dropped a small handful of pills into it. He looked at the pills in his hand. One was a nausea pill they hadn't tried yet, two were vitamins, a small blue one for pain. The last he took out of his hand and sat on the table.

"Martha said to make sure you took them all.

"I don't need that one," he replied trying to hide his irritation, "it won't help."

"I am not going to go and wake Martha to make sure you take the pill. She was up all night in the TARDIS making notes and making sure she got the ones she wanted. Now take it or I will make sure you take it." Jack threatened.

Realizing he had pushed Jack to far he picked up the pill again. He eyed it. He wondered if Jack knew what the pills were and that the one he refused to take was an antidepressant. He put the pills in his mouth and took a drink of the cold tea. He made a face as he swallowed.

"Open, I want to make sure you took them all." Jack said and he opened his mouth. "Good, now tomorrow if you get up sooner, you can have a hot tea as you take your pills." Jack went back over to the counter and returned a moment later with a small cup of broth. The broth still had steam rising off of it. "Drink that and I don't want to hear one word about you not being hungry. If you need to throw up you know where the bathroom is." Jack stated plainly as he turned and left the room. "If you need me I will be in my office." And with that he disappeared.

-DW-

Jack was seething as he returned to his office and tried to focus on his work. To not be able to cure himself was one thing, to give up was something entirely different. When he had gone to talk Martha into getting some rest earlier in the day, he had listened to her concerns that the Doctor was giving up. He had laughed them off at first saying that he was just tired. But as he tried to pull the Time Lord out of bed he had realized Martha was right.

The Doctor didn't seem to care whether or not he lived anymore and Jack wasn't going to just let him waste away without a fight. He was going to save the Doctor's life, even if he drove him away in the process.