The Doctor was awoken the next morning by a warm hand stroking the side of his head. He rolled away from the hand pulling the pillow close to his chest as he snuggled down deep into the blankets. He wasn't ready to wake up yet, he had been sleeping peacefully and desperately wanted to regain it. He kept his eyes closed and drifted off to sleep once more. He was awoken again a short time later by the feeling of a hand moving along the blanket. It stopped at the top as it patted his hair, then he felt the blanket being pulled away from his face. He scrunched his nose as he felt the cool air of the TARDIS against his cheek.
"Jack," he whined forgetting momentarily that Jack couldn't hear him. The blanket was pulled down further and he opened his eyes to glare at Jack. Jack was looking down at him with unseeing eyes as he continued to move the blanket. The Doctor reached up his hand lazily tapping Jack's temple.
"I'm sorry to wake you Doc, but I need help finding the loo," Jack told him. He sounded as embarrassed as he felt about having to wake the Doctor in order to use the loo. The Doctor sighed, even if he did feel annoyed that he was woken, he couldn't be mad that Jack needed help. Abandoning the warmth of the bed, he threw the blankets back and got out of bed. He swayed slightly as he got to his feet. He quickly placed a hand back down on his bed to steady himself.
"Martha," he called out as he tried again to straighten. He really hated the after-effects of the sleeping medicine, especially because he was up early. He tried to figure out what time it was, but it seemed hazy to him. "Martha," he cried out again as the door failed to open right away. He sat back down on the bed.
"Are you alright Doc?" Jack wondered in concern as he felt the bed shift. The Doctor took his hand, placing it to his face as he nodded. He leaned his head against Jack's hand closing his eyes as he fought to stay awake. He lifted his head as the door finally opened and Martha came in. She was wearing a robe that she had tied around her waist and her feet were bare despite the coolness of the TARDIS.
"What are you doing up? It is three in the morning, you should be sleeping," Martha chastised him softly as she came into the room. She had been sleeping peacefully until the TARDIS turned on the lights in her room and hummed at her to let her know she was needed.
"Jack needs to use the loo," The Doctor explained as he continued to use Jack's hand as a pillow.
"I will help Jack to the toilet, but you need to lay back down," Martha told him. She reached out taking Jack's other hand in hers. His brow furrowed in confusion that she was still on the TARDIS.
"Martha what are you doing here?" Jack asked as he got to his feet. The Doctor lifted his head off of Jack's hand and spelled the word, "loo" into it. Jack rolled his eyes. He couldn't tell what the Doctor spelled by the feeling, but he figured it out based on the fact it was a three letter word with repeating letters."I understand that she is going to help me to the toilet. I mean what is she doing here in the middle of the night?"
The Doctor tapped his temple again and this time Jack opened his mind to him. Rather than their normal connection where he could see the Doctor, he could barely feel the Doctor's mind against his.
"Are you alright?" Jack wondered as he tried to strengthen the connection but couldn't.
"Fine. I had to take pills to help me sleep. Martha is here in case you need her and to make us coffee in the morning," The Doctor explained, too tired to care that he didn't want Jack to know about the pills. He just wanted Jack to go to the toilet so that he could curl beneath the blankets against Jack and sleep.
"Why are you taking pills to sleep?" Jack asked in concern. The Doctor sighed. At best he had poor telepathy for a Time Lord. He had been ridiculed by his teachers and peers for it at the academy for his abysmal skills. He was used as an example of why all Time Lords should be loomed and not born as his parents chose to do. Half awake he was even worse. It made it hard to maintain the connection and he was sick of trying.
"Nightmares. I will explain in the morning. Now go use the loo so we can go back to sleep," The Doctor told him as he broke the connection. He laid back down, wrapping himself around his pillow as he yawned.
"Come on, Jack," Martha cooed as she tugged gently on his hand. Jack stood allowing Martha to lead him to the toilet. The Doctor waited as he heard it flush a moment later, followed by the sound of running water as Jack washed his hands. Martha led Jack back to the bed, helping him to find his side of it.
"Can I have a drink of water?" Jack asked Martha as he pulled the blanket up. Martha took his hand placing it against her cheek as she nodded. She let his hand go, then left the room to get his water. Jack settled down beneath the blankets, pulling on them slightly as he tried to get comfortable. Once he had gone still, the Doctor rolled over wrapping his arm around Jack as he buried his head against his chest. He didn't hear Martha come back as he let himself fall back asleep safe in Jack's arms.
The next time he was woken up, it was to the smell of a hot cup of tea. He breathed in deeply as he figured out it was after eight in the morning. Opening his eyes, he found himself alone on his bed. Martha was standing next to the bed with his favorite cup in hand. He reached out for it and she pulled it back slightly out of his reach.
"I'm not going to hand this to you until you are sitting up, so you don't spill it all over yourself," Martha informed him. He huffed as he rolled over onto his back, then pushed himself to sit up.
"Where's Jack," He wondered, surprised that he didn't see him in the room.
"He has been awake for over an hour and is currently in the kitchen making his way through a large bowl of oatmeal. He is worried that you haven't woke up yet, so I came into check on you," Martha informed the Doctor.
"I will go let him know I am fine," The Doctor told her. He started to move so that he could get to his feet, but Martha placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. He looked at her confused as she sat down on the bed so that they were nearly eye level.
"Jack will be alright alone for a minute. I want you to sit here and finish drinking your tea before you try to make your way to the kitchen. I also want you to know that if you ever want to talk I am here because even if you don't want to admit it, we both know you're not fine. "Martha stared him in the eyes as she spoke and he found himself looking away from her. She was right of course he wasn't fine. He had to be, though, for Jack's sake.