As their tears dried, Jack pulled the Doctor onto his lap just needing to hold him close. The Doctor leaned his head back resting it against Jack's shoulder. He took comfort in the feeling of Jack's hand running gently up and down his chest. Jack's hand drifted lower towards his groin. He pushed his hand up under the Doctor's shirt and for a moment the Doctor thought he was going to have to stop him from trying to have sex right there in the hotel room as Jack often used sex for comfort. So he was surprised when Jack rested his hand on his abdomen right above where the baby was. The Doctor placed his hand over Jacks.

"Are we going to be alright?" Jack questioned softly.

"I don't know," The Doctor replied honestly. He wanted more than anything to say that his marriage to Jack was secure. That once Imogen was released from the hospital they would go home and continue their lives together. He couldn't, though. For months, he had suffered from depression while Jack failed to notice how much pain he was in .He still loved Jack with both his hearts but he had meant what he had told him. He had spent the last three weeks, waking up in Jack's arms and wondering if this was the day the anger would start again. He couldn't continue to live like that.

"What can I do to prove to you that I am sorry and trying to change?" Jack wondered. The Doctor didn't answer him right away as he continued to stare at the wall, listening intently for Imogen to need them. "Would it help if I continued to talk to Martha?"

"She is good at listening," The Doctor responded vaguely. He sighed. "I'm sorry for what I put you through."

"I know that you don't remember it, but can you, at least, tell me out of all the ways that you could die, why you would choose to take aspirin," Jack questioned. Of all the things that stuck with him about the Doctor's death, it was his struggling to breathe that haunted him. He could still hear the gasping noises the Doctor made as he struggled to get air into his lungs.

"Aspirin is the only way to guarantee that I would actually die. It inhibits the energy in my body that allows me to regenerate so my death would be final," The Doctor explained. He felt a soft kiss on the side of his neck.

"Promise me that you won't ever try something like that again," Jack begged him softly.

"I can't," The Doctor whispered. That night wasn't the first time that he had attempted suicide, nor was he foolish enough to think it would be the last. He had been suicidal most of his life starting at a young age while he was still at the Academy. The strict structure made him wish that he could run from it all, but in order to be able to drive a TARDIS he had to pass his classes. The Academy was difficult for him, though, and he more barely passed his classes while the others seemed to find the work easy. He was often made an example of in front of the class causing the other students to look down upon him. Finally, he just couldn't take it anymore. He had fallen behind in all of his classes and had gone home for winter break looking for relief only to be lectured by his father. No one questioned when he went to the barn that night. He often slept in the barn so that he could cry without his brothers knowing. That night, though, he had no intention of sleeping. Taking one of the kitchen knives out to the barn with him, he sat on the bed with the blade pressed against his wrist. Whether or not he would have actually gone through with it, he would never know as his mother found him before he had the chance. She held him letting him cry as she whispered soothingly to him that it would be alright. It was only because of her strength and love that he returned to the academy. It was also only because of her that he lived long enough to finally see the stars that he had always dreamed about.

"I promise you, though, that I won't try again as long as I am carrying our child," The Doctor told him after a long moment of silence.

"So I just need to make sure that I keep you pregnant," Jack teased him. The Doctor turned his head to look at him as Jack ran his hand lower finally. The Doctor caught his wrist stopping him. Jack pouted but he realized why the Doctor had stopped him when a moment later the door to the room opened. Martha walked in unphased to see them sitting together. She tutted, though, upon seeing the Doctor's meal remained untouched on the bed

"Are you going to finish your meal Doctor?" She questioned him already knowing the answer so she wasn't surprised when he shook his head no. "Then if you want to take a seat on the bed, I am going to get an IV ready for you."

"No," The Doctor told her standing up.

"Oh?" Martha asked crossing her arms.

"I agreed to eat and I plan to, but I am not going to force myself to eat food I don't want just to make you happy," The Doctor informed her. He stood up going towards the door to the room.

"What would you like to eat then?" Martha wondered.

"Do you even have to ask him?" Jack laughed standing up. He followed the Doctor out into the hallway and to Imogen's door. They entered her room together sitting down in the chairs by her bed. Martha came in a few minutes later with four bananas and a piece of chicken with gravy. The Doctor took the food from her and handed the chicken to Jack as he started on the bananas. Realizing she was on the losing of the end of the argument she didn't try to force him to eat anything else. She just checked Imogen's vitals then left the family to rest.