Jack made a decision at that moment though. Rather then giving into the Doctor's anger he was going to do what he had done the last two years and take care of him. He pulled up a chair so that he was still facing the Doctor and sat down. The Doctor continued to glare at him.
"I know you are unhappy with me letting Owen give you an injection but if he were to come in the room and tell me you needed another, I would hold you so he could again," Jack told the Doctor bluntly. The Doctor's eyes narrowed more. "I am still your friend Doctor and I always will be. I am also your caregiver until you are able to take care of yourself again. I have legally signed documents that give me that responsibility and even without them I would still take care of you. That may mean that I have to make decisions that you don't like but I am always thinking of your best interest. One day you will be able to leave here and if you leave me behind again, I will understand, I just hope you understand that I am doing my best."
"Jack," The Doctor rolled his name slightly. The Doctor lifted his hand and Jack reached out to take it. Rather then holding his hand though, the Doctor clumsily patted it twice and then returned his hand to his chair. Jack sighed as he stood up and went around his desk to begin working again. The Doctor's eyes were drifting closed and soon he was asleep once more. Reaching into his desk Jack pulled out the Doctor's file and the paperwork naming him as the Time Lord's carer.
Jack remembered clearly the day that he had signed them. He had all ready been taking care of the Doctor for a few months at that point. The Doctor had awoken from his coma and no matter what he or the TARDIS did, it was clear that the Doctor was going to remain in the vegetative state until he was ready to come out of it.
"Is this really necessary?" He had asked Martha as she presented the paperwork her first day there. As first impressions went, he wasn't happy with her regardless of how highly recommended she came from the Brigadier.
"The Brigadier understands that you are his caregiver and he wants to keep it that way. In order for me to care for him with your permission though you need to sign the paperwork. It is more of a formality in case he gets worse or we need to transfer him to UNIT for anything," Martha explained. "Without this he could be taken from you or if we do take him to UNIT, we may not be able to release him back into your care."
"Why would he have to go to UNIT?" Jack questioned as he examined the paperwork.
"Surgery, medical scans, check ups or for physical therapy. Even if he wakes up he is going to still need long term care and this paperwork is naming you his carer until he is able to take care of himself again," Martha informed Jack.
"When he wakes up you mean," Jack replied. Martha looked at him sadly.
"I have been over his brain scans that were taken. He is in a vegetative state and the longer he stays in it the less likely he is to wake up," Martha told him sadly. Jack didn't believe that though. She didn't know the Doctor and what he was capable of. If anyone could come back from this it was him. Jack looked over at the man laying in the bed. Back then he didn't dream of moving the Doctor further than one bed to another. He couldn't imagine the Doctor being taken care of by someone who didn't know him. Someone who had never sat and talked with the Doctor long nights or had laughed with him. He could imagine the Doctor waking up, terrified because he didn't know what had happened or who was taking care of him. The Doctor would automatically think the worse and escape before he was ready, causing himself more injury. Jack couldn't let that happen. Without a further thought he had signed the paperwork.
Jack put the paperwork back into the file and put it away. There was no point in living in the past when he had work to do. He had to get as much done as possible now because once the Doctor woke up again he would require attention. He would need his dinner and for his dinner Jack was planning a banana milkshake with oats and peanut butter. He meant what he said about taking care of the Time Lord but that didn't mean he couldn't spoil him a little. Then the two of them could relax, maybe even watch a movie before he had to get the Doctor cleaned up and into his jimjams. Once the Doctor was in his bed and asleep for the night, Jack maybe able to work on the paperwork again but he doubted it.
Night time was his time. It was the only time he got peace in the hub. The Doctor would be asleep while the rest were at home. Jack would have the freedom to do whatever he wanted. Well almost whatever he wanted, he couldn't kill Ianto or get drunk. Still that left his options open. Looking down Jack realized that he wasn't going to get anything done today. Giving up on the paperwork once more, he pushed it aside for tomorrow.