Jack laid with the Doctor resting peacefully most of the night. At one point, the Doctor turned so that he was facing Jack, cuddling against his chest for warmth. Even though Jack tried his best to keep the Doctor calm and comfortable, the Doctor was grumpy whenever he woke up, but being that he still felt bad from the seizure he mainly just called Jack names. That changed in the early morning when he suddenly became violent. Though, he was too weak to do much harm, he swung at Jack unexpectedly as Jack still refused to get him the drugs that he wanted. By that time he had been without them for over twenty-four hours and he was really beginning to feel the symptoms of the withdraw.
"Give me them," He screamed loudly at Jack as he swung to hit him again. His head was hurting so badly he was positive that it was killing him. He couldn't remember a time when he had ever felt so poorly or cold. He hated the human race more than anything else in the universe, even the Daleks. They had no right to keep him in this room and he couldn't figure out why he had saved the planet from being destroyed. He decided that the next time an alien race tried to destroy the planet he would let them. In fact once he was free from this bloody bed, he would call them down himself.
"No," Jack answered him as calmly as he could. The Doctor swung at him again. Jack was prepared for him this time and he caught the Doctor's fist in his hand. The Doctor reacted to be held by immediately leaning forward, clamping his jaws around Jack's arm. Jack cried out in pain, resisting the urge to slap him to get him to let go. He released the Doctor's hand as the Doctor removed his teeth. Jack was thankful that he hadn't broke skin, but the skin was already starting to bruise. Realizing that he could no longer lay with the Doctor, he carefully extracted himself from the bed.
"Jack. Please, Jack, don't restrain me again," The Doctor cried out as Jack took his arm, pulling it to the top of the bed. The Doctor fought him trying to pull his arm away, but Jack managed to get it in place.
"I am sorry, but you haven't given us a choice Doc," Jack apologized as he struggled to close the restraint. The Doctor clawed at him with his other hand, making it as difficult as possible.
"I didn't ask for this you bloody ape. Just give me my medicine back and leave me alone," The Doctor snapped angrily at him. Jack narrowed his eyes at him.
"We both know that it isn't medicine, so don't even think of trying that with me," Jack informed him as he hit the call button next to the bed. To his surprise, it was Martha who rushed into the room rather than one of the nurses. She didn't even question the fact that Jack was restraining him again as she rushed over to help him. With two people, it was easier and they quickly had his arm in place as the Doctor screamed obscenities at them.
"Did he bite you?" Martha asked as they forced his other arm in place. Jack glanced down at the now black bruise on his arm. It was now lined with red scratch marks from where the Doctor had tried desperately to get him to release his arm. He shrugged.
"It will be gone within a few hours," Jack remarked. Martha shook her head.
"You should still let me tend to it once we are done here," Martha commented.
"There is no point. He didn't break the skin and it barely even hurts anymore," Jack informed her with a quick glance up. Their eyes met for a brief moment before they turned back to the restraints. Martha didn't remark that it had been a bad idea to allow him to lay with the Doctor even if they both knew it and for that Jack was thankful. The Doctor continued to fight them, arching his back and kicking as they moved methodically around the bed replacing the restraints. As the last restraint, was hooked into place, the Doctor suddenly went limp on the bed. He laid on his back glaring up at the ceiling, refusing to look at either one of them as he continued to curse.
"Stupid bloody apes. I should have let you all die," He mumbled to himself.
"Yeah, well you didn't," Jack responded. The Doctor's eyes narrowed further.
"Give it back to me. I need it," He screamed as he started to thrash again. His body contorted as he pulled against the restraints that held him in place. "I need it, I need it, I need it. I am going to die and you bloody idiots are going to let me. I need it. Oh, Rassilon I need it."
"You're not going to die," Martha tried to reassure him. She didn't want to sedate him as that would be counterproductive to him learning how to cope without the drug. They could get the drug out of his body but without him learning how to handle the addiction to it, he could still relapse as soon as he was released. Martha wanted to avoid that as it would not only be hard on him, but she didn't want to go through this again. She hated the fact that she had to restrain the Doctor for his own safety.
"How do you bloody know? You are nothing but a stupid human. You can't even save yourself how the hell do expect to save me when I don't need to be fucking saved," He hissed vilely at her. Martha expected the anger, but Jack still saw the hurt in her eyes at his words.
"I can see that you want me to believe that, except we both know it's not true. You're intelligent enough to know that if the TARDIS hadn't brought you here you would still be laying on the kitchen floor. So rather than getting angry at me for trying to save you why don't you get angry at yourself for putting me in the position that I had to take away your rights in order to save your life," Martha snipped at him.
"Martha," Jack spoke up softly trying to get her attention. She turned storming out of the Doctor's room letting the door slam behind her.
"Good ridden," The Doctor sighed.
"Shut up," Jack snapped. The Doctor opened his mouth to speak again. Then to his credit he shut it once more, turning his head away from Jack to stare at the wall. Jack took a deep breath as he sat back down in the chair. He placed his head into his hands and wondered if he made the right choice coming down from Torchwood. He should have just stayed in Cardiff.