With the two of them alone in the room once more, the Doctor quickly became bored with antagonizing Jack. His head was hurting him worse and he closed his eyes just trying to will his headache away. When he had landed the TARDIS previously he was craving the drug and now he was desperate for it. His body needed the drug more than it needed anything else in this universe. He badly wanted to give in, but the restraints didn't allow him to move. He hated Martha and Jack for keeping him trapped on this bed while it would be a short jump to satisfy his craving. Didn't they realize what he went through to get the last dose? With that thought, he felt his bottom throb as a shudder went from his head to his toes. He didn't want to think about that. The fact that man had used his body in such a way, even after he had told him no. At least he thought he told him no, in actuality he wasn't sure. He opened his eyes as he felt the blanket being adjusted for him. Jack smiled upon seeing his eyes were open and he rolled his own before closing them again. He wasn't concerned with what Jack was doing unless Jack planned on releasing the restraints and letting him go. Then and only then would he thank Jack for helping him.

It was just over a half an hour later that the nurse brought in their lunches. Jack didn't realize how hungry he was until he saw the plate of chicken, rice and vegetables. The Doctor had the same meal only he also had two bananas for the extra potassium. It didn't matter what kind of food it was, though, as the Doctor chose not to eat. He kept his eyes closed tightly as he pretended to be asleep. Jack ate his own meal as he tried to coax the Doctor into at least eating a banana. For his effort and concern, the Doctor pretended to snore loudly trying to prove to Jack he really was asleep. He was awarded for his performance by receiving an injection of potassium into his shoulder while he grumbled under his breath at Martha.

As night fell, Martha made the decision she was going to stay at the hospital overnight and sleep on the cot in the room next to her office. She left strict instructions that absolutely no medication could be given to the Doctor without her direct permission. Not only was he a recovering drug addict but he was also a Time Lord with a unique body chemistry and some of their most commonly used drugs would kill him in a matter of minutes. She wasn't going to save the Doctor just to have him die because someone gave him an aspirin to help with his headache.

"I'm going to bed soon. Do you need anything before I go Doctor?" Martha asked him as she checked over his vitals. He snored softly in response. Martha sighed. She changed his IVs over, adding the antibiotic to the saline one. Once that was done she retrieved the topical anesthetic. Going back to his bed she moved the blanket back before taking a seat next to him. "If you decide you are hungry you still have two bananas you can eat and you can have as much tea as you want. Now I am going to release your leg and apply more medicine for you before going to bed. You shouldn't need it again until morning but if that changes let one of the nurses know."

"Fine," The Doctor groaned finally as he realized she was going to keep talking regardless of whether or not he acknowledged her. At the moment, he didn't care as he just wanted to sleep but his pounding head and aching body were making it hard. That and the fact that he was stuck on his back, unable to roll to his side to get comfortable. Martha released his leg and Jack held it as he was rolled partially on his side. He tried not to squirm as he was examined, but he really didn't like her touching him there. Regardless of the fact that he knew it was necessary.

"Stay still," Martha told him as she checked his stitches.

"I can't," He whined.

"I'm almost done, I promise," Martha cooed. She applied the topical cream for him, then checked the cuts on the back of his legs. The skin was still inflamed and if it didn't clear up soon, she was going to give him a shot of antibiotics as well. For now, though, she had Jack help her lock his leg back down. She fixed his blanket and adjusted his pillows. Satisfied that she had made him as comfortable as possible, she left to see about getting sleep as well.

"Jack," The Doctor whispered once they were alone.

"Yes, Doctor?" Jack questioned.

"If you're not going to let me go. Can I at least have an aspirin?" The Doctor wondered softly.

"No, you don't get to ask me that. I am not going to assist you in killing yourself no matter how mean you think we are being. Once you are better, you can go out and get yourself killed fighting Daleks or Cybermen or one of the other thousands of species out there. You can die if that is what you truly want, but that will not happen today, not like this. Do you understand me? I am not going to let the last of the Time Lord's die due to a drug addiction," Jack seethed. The Doctor opened his eyes as he analyzed Jack.

"Can I have something to help my head then?" He whimpered softly.

"Why didn't you ask Martha while she was here?" Jack asked him as he stood up.

"She won't give me medication for it," The Doctor pouted. Jack knew he was right so rather than go and bug Martha, he instead got a clean cloth. He wet it in cool water before bringing it back to the Doctor and laying it on his head. He remained standing as he turned the lights down as far as possible so that he no longer had them blazing down on him. Jack then returned to his side sitting down on the edge of the bed. As gently as he could, he ran his fingers through the Doctor's hair.

"It might help your head if you were to eat something," Jack suggested.

"No," The Doctor responded his voice still low. He leaned slightly into Jack's touch just enjoying being comforted for a moment. He was still mad at Jack for helping Martha hold him hostage. Despite that, he took comfort in the fact that Jack was there. Jack had showed him during that long year aboard the Valiant that he would protect him no matter what. That even though he had every right to hate him, the need to comfort him always overruled that thought. The Doctor couldn't help but wonder why as he focused on the soft caresses and not the pain in his body or head. "Jack, I'm sorry I asked for aspirin."

"I know. Now don't worry about it anymore and try to go to sleep," Jack cooed at him softly. He dropped a kiss onto the top of the Doctor's forehead. The Doctor made a face at him, but he couldn't brush it off. Jack kept up the gentle movement until the Doctor's breathing evened out and he drifted off to sleep. Once Jack was sure that he really was asleep and not just pretending still, he took the cloth and refreshed it for the Doctor. With the lights off he wasn't able to read, so he settled back to rest as he waited for the next time the Doctor needed him.