Jack went into his office and retrieved the watch. The watch was still begging him to hide it, but Jack ignored it. If they continued to allow the Time Lord to hide, Jack feared there would be nothing left of the earth to wake him up too. He couldn't let that happen. So he took the watch, went into the medical room and sat down next to the bed. John looked up at him in concern as Jack gently took his hand.
"I'm sorry John, but we need the Doctor back. It's time for you to wake up." Jack said softly.
"I don't understand," John replied.
"I know, but you will." Jack opened the watch. A golden stream left it and headed straight for John. Entering his body through his eyes and mouth. As the stream dissipated, the Doctor's eyes went wide and his good hand shot straight up to his head. He clenched his eyes tightly closed as he began to scream.
"Doctor?" Jack asked in alarm and confusion. The Doctor didn't answer as he continued to scream. "I'm going to call Martha, just hang on."
"Change me back," He managed to cry out, within his screaming.
"I can't do that, we need you," Jack apologized as he dialed Martha's number. The phone rang and rang as Jack tried and failed to comfort the Doctor. The call went to her voice mail and he hung up the phone and then dialed her number again. This time she picked up on the fourth ring.
"Hello?" Martha answered, sounding slightly out of breath.
"I need you to get down to the hub as soon as possible." Jack demanded.
"What happened to John," she asked as she heard him screaming through the phone.
"He tried to get to the kitchen and fell. He broke open a few stitches and hit himself on the head with the IV stand. I cleaned him up though and stitched his arm." Jack told her.
"Then why is he screaming?" Martha asked in confusion.
"That's not John screaming," Jack admitted. "It's the Doctor."
"Oh you bloody, stupid idiot. You opened the watch after I told you not too." Martha ranted angrily. "I told you that he would remember the watch and open it when it was time, but you didn't listen to me did you. I don't know why I continue to work for you, if you aren't going to take my advice."
"I screwed up and I am sorry Martha, but we need him. I will explain everything when you get here, but for now I just need you to help me, to help him." Jack apologized.
"I am on my way. Now where is he hurting?" Martha asked.
"As far as I can tell, it's his head. He is holding it with his good hand and has his eyes closed. Just a moment," Jack moved the phone aside. "Doctor are you hurting any where besides your head?"
The Doctor opened his eyes and looked at Jack with both hatred and amusement. "My arm where it was bit," He cried out, managing to sound sarcastic, even through his pain.
"Just his head and his arm." Jack told Martha picking up the phone again.
"Go to my medicine cabinet and open it. Inside you will see a shelf that has a red case. Inside the red case there is a clear bottle with a white lid that has a blue dot on the top." Martha told him. "You want the bottle that is marked A2-1P."
"Just a moment," Jack followed her instructions as he looked through the bottles. He noticed all of the labels were in circular Gallifreyan, with Martha's markings on them. Jack found the bottle she had indicated. "Found it."
"Show it to him and tell him that you are going to give him .5ml directly into his vein. Confirm it is all right first." Martha demanded. Jack moved back the bedside. The Doctor's screaming had gone softer and Jack wondered if it was only because he was beginning to lose his voice.
"Doctor, Martha wants you to take this," He held up the bottle so that the Doctor could see it. "She wants me to give you .5ml, if that is all right."
".8ml" He whimpered, his voice sound hoarse.
"He wants .8ml," Jack told Martha.
"That's fine, that still gives us room, if he needs a higher dosage." Martha responded. "Give it to him and I should be at the hub in ten minutes." She hung up before Jack had the chance to respond again and he knew that he was in trouble once she arrived. He found a syringe with the correct measurements and filled it up to the correct line. He took the Doctor's hand in his and found a vein. He inserted the needle and emptied it into the Doctor.
The Doctor held Jack's hand tightly as Jack set the empty syringe aside to be disposed of. He rubbed the Doctor's arm and ignored the pain in his hand. It felt like the Doctor was trying to break his fingers, and Jack felt it was the least he deserved after what had happened. As the drugs kicked in, the Doctor's pain subsided though and he began to breath easier as he released Jack's hand.
"Water," he rasped out and Jack quickly grabbed the bottle and helped the Doctor to take a drink. The Doctor drank greedily and then coughed as he choked on it. Jack took the bottle and set it on the table next to the empty syringe. The Doctor regained his breath again and then turned to look at Jack. "Why did you ignore me?"
"We need you Doctor. I have reason to believe that what happened on one of the last planets you were on, is happening here. We have people who are starving themselves to death for no reason and the weevils have been unusually active in their search for food. They are eating things that are unusual for their diet." Jack explained.
The Doctor sighed, "Have the crime rates increased, specifically people acting out in anger?"
"There has been a slight increase, but nothing out of the ordinary." Jack responded.
"It will get worse. This is just the beginning stages. Soon more people with stop moving and sit down to die or they will eat themselves to death. There will be an increase of deaths due to angry over petty things, and envy over what other's have. The previous planet affected had a larger population, but the planet was dead within two months time." The Doctor said softly.
"How do we stop it?" Jack asked and the Doctor shook his head.
"How do you stop human nature?" He asked.