The Doctor had just suffered his second seizure that morning and his seventh since he had started the new medicine. Jack had his limp hand tightly in his hand and kissed it. He didn't think it was possible that the Doctor was going to be able to survive. The Doctor opened his eyes a crack and stared blankly.
"Hey," Jack tried to keep his voice calm but he could clearly hear the fear in it. "Doctor are you back with us."
"Jack," The Doctor whimpered. "It hurts."
"What hurts sweetheart?"
"Everything." He grimaced. "Please Jack, make the pain stop."
Martha stood by listening to every word as she prepared the next injection. The Doctor didn't notice her and she reflected sadly that he was more then likely completely blind at the moment. His kidney's were beginning to fail and his left heart was beating erratically again. She didn't know how long he could survive the abuse until his body gave out. Preparing another two syringes she finally stepped over to the Doctor.
He heard her approaching and swung his arm wildly, at her as she injected the first syringe into the canola.
"I don't want it anymore. Please Martha don't." He cried.
"I'm sorry Doctor," She said softly as she emptied a muscle relaxant and a sedative into the canola. She caressed his sweaty head as his eyes drifted closed again. She looked to Jack who was still holding his hand tightly. There eyes met briefly before turning away. Neither saying aloud what they were both thinking.
She tried to have faith he would survive but it was only day three.