When he was a child, he remembered his father threatening him that he would become a nameless if he didn't get his act together. Crying at night inside the barn was disgraceful and he would never be accepted into the Time Lord academy if he didn't learn to control his emotions. By not going to the academy or worse failing to graduate from it, he would become one of the nameless in their society. Being a nameless was one of the worst possible fates for a Time Lord on Gallifrey. They were considered the lowest of society, even lower than the Gallifreyans. They did the jobs that no one else wanted and were not allowed to marry or have children. When a course or test was failed at the academy they were threatened that they were going to become a nameless if they didn't shape up. The nameless, though, were mainly spoken of like a boogeyman and many in the Academy came to disregard them as such.
Even he did until he lived among them. It was after he disgraced his family by leaving his wife and refusing to work at the Academy. While other's envied him for the chance, he wanted nothing more than to run. All his life, he had looked up at the stars dreaming of traveling among them. He had lost his chance, though, when he failed the test to drive the TARDIS. That didn't stop him from looking up at the stars every night and dreaming of his chance to see a new planet. Then the first chance he got, he took his granddaughter and ran. He ran so fast for so long that he feared what would happen upon his return. They punished him, grounded his TARDIS and forced him to regenerate, yet still he tried to save them.
He felt a tear slip down his cheek as he wanted more than anything to return to that old barn. To crawl into the simple bed and hide beneath the wool blanket that covered the bed. His mother would disobey his father, coming out to the barn with a cup of tea as well as a hot bowl of soup. She would sit by his side making sure that he ate the entire thing, not saying anything, just gently stroking the hair on his head listening to him talk. He would tell her everything begging for her forgiveness in his part in ending the war. She would stay by his side until he was healthy again defending him against those who tried to judge him, even if she didn't understand his actions herself.
He didn't open his eyes, pushing his hand further into the warm hand resting on his forehead. He felt as if his head were going to split in two and he just wanted the pain to stop. The craving for the drug was stronger than ever but at this point, he would accept anything that would calm the ache. The pain grew making him wish that his hands were free so that he could hold his head together. He was unable to stop the whimper that escaped his lips. Once the first whimper was free another one quickly followed.
"Jack," He finally cried out. "Make it stop."
"What's wrong sweetheart?" Jack questioned as the Doctor writhed on the bed between the restraints.
"My head," He managed to whisper. Whether or not he planned on saying more was unclear as his body tensed. Jack quickly released the restraints hitting the call button to call the others back into the room. The tonic phase didn't last long before one again he was seizing. The seizure was violent as his body twisted around on the bed. The IV pulled loose causing a small spattering of blood to smear on the bed.
"Not again," Martha exclaimed as she hurried in. She had hurried even if she had actually found herself hoping that they were arguing again. The last thing she expected was to find the Doctor in the midst of another seizure. Jack was trying desperately to keep the Doctor on the bed without hurting him as he moved. Martha rushed over putting one of the sides up, then going around to the other side she pulled the other one up just in case. "How long?"
"Going on just past a minute and a half," Jack answered immediately looking at his watch. "He was complaining about his head again. Do you think something is wrong?"
"I don't know. After he stops we will see about running both an MRI and a CT scan to see if there is anything that could be causing the seizures besides the withdraw," Martha answered. She looked down at the Doctor as he continued to move on the bed. "Now come on Doctor this has gone on long enough."
The Doctor didn't respond as he continued to seize. Adam rushed in and upon seeing the Doctor was in the midst of a seizure ran out again. He returned a moment later with a small cart. Martha grabbed one of the vials as well as syringe filling it. The Doctor's lips were beginning to get a blue tinge on them from lack of oxygen and she was worried that if she didn't intervene soon they would lose him. Finding a vein she injected it into the Doctor's arm. He twitched several more times then went still. Adam quickly rolled him up into the recovery position while Martha grabbed the stethoscope placing it against his chest. Both his hearts were beating but the right one sounded erratic compared to the left.
"Breathe Doctor," Jack begged. The Doctor's eyes remained closed as he failed to draw the breath his body desperately needed.
"Come on Doctor, you can do it," Martha encouraged. The Doctor continued to lay there without responding. "We're going to have to intubate him."
"Jack you need to stand back," Adam informed him rolling the Doctor onto his back again. Jack took a step back, watching on helplessly as Adam tilted the Doctor's head back. Martha inserted the metal Laryngoscope down his throat opening his airway to insert the tube. With skilled hands. she made sure it was in place, then used an ambu-bag to give him several breaths of oxygen.
"Enough of this Doctor. You need to breathe on your own," Martha scolded him softly. She waited a moment before giving him another few breaths of oxygens. When the Doctor failed to breathe on his own again, Martha sighed. She hooked the tube up to the ventilator allowing it to take over his breathing for awhile. "That's alright we will try again later."
"We are supposed to be helping him," Jack whispered. He felt helpless as he watched them working to save the Doctor. Martha didn't answer as she replaced the IV in his arm. She checked his hearts before having Adam roll the Doctor on his side again so that she could check his stitches. She was happy to find that he hadn't pulled any of them. She replaced his cushion then guided him back down. Tucking the blankets around him, she didn't bother to replace the restraints yet. She didn't want him to wake up confused and restrained to the bed. They could wait until he showed that he needed them again before restraining him. Checking him over once more, she was satisfied that he was stable for the moment. Hurrying out, she started to head out to reserve the MRI machine but instead turned towards the TARDIS. Hoping that she could provide answers she stepped inside.