As hungry as the Doctor felt, when he actually started eating he felt full quickly. He had taken two pancakes, a few pieces of bacon, sausage and potatoes. He ate half of one pancake, a bite of the bacon and only a fork full of potatoes. The rest he was pushing absentmindedly around his plate as he watched the girls eat. Mickey came in with Samuel about halfway through breakfast.

"Brilliant, you all ready have a plate ready for me," Mickey exclaimed as he took the plate off the Doctor. He smiled at Mickey gratefully as Mickey sat down to finish. Martha shook her head as she pulled Samuel on her lap to share with him.

"Didn't you eat before you left?" She chastised Mickey.

"Course we did," Mickey said around his mouth full of food.

"It's not nice to talk with your mouth full Uncle Ricky," Sophie spoke up. The Doctor had been taking a drink of his tea and sputtered as he laughed. Francine took the tea off of him and placed it on the bedside table. Tea dripped down his chin and he coughed hard. His whole body moved with the coughing and his leg seared in pain.

"Oi," Mickey proclaimed indignantly. "Cheeky little one."

"I'm not little," Sophie argued back in protest.

"Enough," The Doctor managed between coughs. He finally stopped but his throat burned and he no longer wanted the tea. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Martha tutted and handed him a napkin. He stared at it for a moment and then used it to cover the tea. "Sophie don't be cheeky to your uncle."

"Sorry daddy," she apologized and began eating again. When breakfast was done, Francine and Mickey left to clean up. Martha sat the children up in front of a telly and turned on cartoons. The cartoon wasn't in English or in any other language that was spoken on earth. Martha wondered why the TARDIS wasn't translating as the children sprawled out on one of the beds to watch.

"I told the TARDIS not to," The Doctor responded to her unasked question. "It is good for them to hear and try to understand other languages and this is an educational cartoon from the planet Mwalimu. They teach many humans across the planets of the second quadrant of the Mistet Stjerne Nebulous. I took the girls there once, they found the fact that the teachers had light blue skin and three eyes strange, though they took to them quickly."

"You'll have to take Samuel and I when you are feeling better. I have been trying to teach him his alphabet but he doesn't want to learn it. He is as bad as his father when it comes to sitting still with a book. Martha laughed.

"I will." The Doctor promised. Martha turned to make sure that the children were still distracted before pulling up a stool next to the Doctor's bed. His face fell a her glaze turned serious.

"Now you never answered my question about whether or not you wanted to keep the IV in." Martha addressed him, her voice professional.

"Can I keep it another day?" He asked, not looking her in the eye.

"Of course you can, if you are sure you need it. First thing tomorrow though, we will take it out and see about getting you on the oral pain killers." Martha advised him. "Though if your leg is still hurting badly enough that you need the IV pain killers, I want to X-ray it again. We might have to remove the cast and reset it."

"All right," He agreed surprising Martha. She expected an argument, but maybe his leg really was hurting him a lot still. She stood and headed to the small room where he kept the X-ray equipment.

-DW-

Mickey arrived at the hub a half an hour past his usual start time. Even with Jack locked up in the cells and the Doctor in the TARDIS Medi-bay he still ran in apologizing briefly to Ianto for being late. Ianto just waved him off as he hurried past Gwen and down towards the cells with the medicine for Jack. He also had with him three bags of a high energy saline solution to give to Jack. Jack's screams pierced the air as he entered the cells. Tom was kneeling next to Jack's cell talking calmly.

"Jack it's all right, nothing is coming for you. You are in Torchwood and you are safe," Tom repeated. Jack didn't listen as he continued to scream. The hallucination of the Doctor had long since faded and now he was gripped in a nightmare.

"How is he doing?" Mickey asked approaching with caution. He looked in the cell to see Jack laying on his back on the floor. His feet were up on the bed and tangled in the blankets. Jack was screaming as he tried to free himself. "Why don't you help him?"

"I tried and he lashed out at me. We need him to calm down before someone attempts to go in there again or he could cause that person serious harm without meaning to." Tom said in the same calm voice he had been using to talk to Jack.

"Martha sent me with these for Jack. There is a high energy drip that is better for his system and a medication that will help him with the detox." Mickey explained handing the bag to Tom. Tom opened the bag and looked inside. On top was a brief note about the medication and also about the drip bags.

"Will it help the hallucinations?" Tom asked Mickey as he looked up at him.

"I don't know." Mickey admitted. "But even if it doesn't it has to be better then the pain that he was in."

"I agree. If you can help me once he calms down, it might be possible for the two of us to get him back on the bed."

"Jack keeps restraints up in the autopsy room just in case. Do you want me to go and get them?" Mickey questioned.

"I really don't want to restrain him with him hallucinating right now. He isn't trying to hurt himself and we are safe out here. It might be a good idea for you to get them out though." Tom replied. Mickey left to get the restraints. By the time he got back, Tom had let himself into the cell and was carefully untangling Jack's feet from the sheets. With Mickey's help, they got Jack back up on the bed.

Mickey tried to comfort Jack as he lay stiff on the bed, writhing in pain. His eyes were wide with fear and pain. Mickey wondered if he was really back with them or if he had just entered a new hallucination. Tom changed the drip over to the new one and then added the medication per Martha's instructions. Almost immediately Jack body went limp and he closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

"That's a relief," Tom sighed as he covered Jack up. He pulled up a chair and sat down to watch Jack making sure he had to adverse reaction to the new medication. Mickey quietly left the cell and headed back up into the hub to work.