Jack screamed in pain as he writhed on the bed in the cell. He had detoxed from drugs before but never from 9D as an immortal. It felt as though his body was being consumed by fire and he just wanted the pain to end. Tom came into the cell and took his arm, inserting an IV. He screamed again and tried to wretch his arm away.

"Easy now Jack. We need to keep you hydrated." Tom advised him. He brushed back Jack's sweat soaked hair, in a vain attempt to comfort him. Jack was shaking and his sweaty skin was pale.

"Just kill me," Jack pleaded, no longer seeking penitence for his actions, but just wanting the pain to end.

"I'm not going to kill you." Tom responded softly. It didn't matter to him that Jack would come back if he died.

"Please," Jack pleaded again. His blue eyes opened to look at Tom. They were blood shot and his pupils were unnaturally large in the well lit room. He reached for Tom but his coordination was off and he missed. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry. Please just help me."

"The Doctor isn't here Jack." Tom replied softly. He stood and moved just out of the cell, where he could still watch Jack and respond quickly if need be. Jack though just laid on the bed crying for the Doctor to help him. He kept reaching for something that Tom couldn't see and Tom knew he was hallucinating. He pulled out his phone and called Martha.

-DW-

The Doctor woke up to the sound of his daughter's giggling. Opening his eyes he looked down to see them making faces silently at each other. Sophie stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes, causing Emily, with her puffed out cheeks to laugh harder.

"Good morning," He said happily, pleased to see his daughters in a better mood.

"Daddy," Twin voices proclaimed happily.

"Aunt Martha said we had to go to school today," Emily protested.

"We don't want to go to school. We want to stay home with you daddy," Sophie added. Twin faces looked up at him. Their smiles were gone and both were giving him sad eyes. He stared back at them a moment.

"You can stay home," He told them, just wanting to see their smiles once more. He was rewarded with them both grinning at him as they cuddled close again. He held them tightly to him and kissed them on the head in turn.

"Come on girls," Martha called coming into the medi-bay and seeing that the Doctor was awake.

"Daddy says we don't have to go to school today," Sophie told her defiantly.

"That's fine, but you still need to help grandma make breakfast," Martha told her as she helped her off the bed. She need to run her morning checks on the Doctor and she preferred to do it without the girls in the room. "She is making pancakes and wants help."

"Make me a banana one," The Doctor told them. They nodded and joined hands as they ran out of the room. He waited until they were gone before turning to Martha. "You are going to poke me," he complained.

"I have to examine you," Martha agreed pulling on a pair of gloves. She checked his capillary refill first. She was pleased that he was still fine in the cast. She wanted to avoid changing it over until they could put him in a smaller one. She started with the cut on his head and then checked his vitals. She ignored his sighs and groans of protest. She needed to know that he was all right physically still, even if mentally he had a long way to go.

"Do you want to start an oral pain killer and see about getting rid of the IV today?" She asked him. To her surprise he actually took a moment to think about it, rather then just taking the needle out of his arm.

"My leg still really hurts." He informed her sadly.

"I know but your leg is set and it just needs to heal now. I think you will be all right on an oral pain killer, but I also know you well enough that if you feel you still need the IV, we can leave it in for another day." Martha told him. He glared at her feeling as though she was trying to trick him. He didn't want the IV, but he also didn't want to handle anymore pain at the moment. Her phone rang and she glanced at the screen. "Think about it while I take this call."

Martha crossed to the other side of the medi-bay and answered her phone. "Hello Tom."

"Sorry to disturb you so early Martha, but we have a problem with Jack. He is in extreme pain due to the detox and I need to know if there is anything at all I can give him to help him." Tom advised her.

"Nothing I am aware of. We don't know how 9D reacts to other drugs and I don't want to inadvertently kill him while trying to help him. He didn't tell you anything he could take." Martha asked.

"He told me he didn't want anything and now he is hallucinating and I can't trust what he tells me will actually help him." Tom responded. "I have him hooked to an IV, but that is about all I can do."

"I understand, I will look into it and let you know." Martha told him. "Good luck." She hung up the phone. The Doctor was watching her. She knew he could hear her side of the conversation but she wasn't sure if he heard Tom's as well.

"In the cupboard there is a small red vial." He told her. She walked over to the cupboard and unlocked it. She didn't see it see it with his normal medications on the top shelf, but on the second shelf slightly in the back. She took it out and brought it over to him. "What is this for?"

"It's not for me." He said looking away. "It helps with the detox effects."

"I see, and how much should we give him?" She wondered, neither of them mentioning Jack's name.

".9mgs twice a day in a high energy drip." He answered her quietly. She placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed it tightly, comforting him for a second. She pulled out her phone and called Mickey. "Mickey I have a few things for you to take to Torchwood. Can you please stop by on the way and you might as well drop Samuel off here, the girls are skipping school today." She paused. "Love you too." She hung up the phone.

"Is it safe?" Francine asked poking her head in.

"Come on in mum," Martha told her. Francine came in carrying a large plate of pancakes, followed closely by the girls carrying plates. The Doctor actually felt his stomach growl as he smelled the food and hoped they made enough.