"You were supposed to talk to him about your problems, not spend an hour making him question why he ever got into psychology," Jack chastised the Doctor as he came back into the room.

"I thought that our conversations were supposed to be confidential?" The Doctor questioned crossing his arms at Jack.

"They are, but I don't need to know what was said to recognize the look of frustration on his face," Jack answered him. He sat down on the edge of the bed so that he could look the Doctor in the eyes. "Why couldn't you just talk to him?"

"Because I don't need a fucking psychologist," The Doctor snapped angrily. He wanted Jack to yell back at him but much to his frustration Jack just nodded slowly.

"You were having a good morning what happened?" Jack questioned. The Doctor didn't answer him as he lifted his hands to his forehead pressing his palms against his eyes. He muttered under his breath in another language pressing harder. Jack grabbed his wrist trying to move his hands away from his eyes. The Doctor struggled swearing at Jack in the process. "You have to talk to somebody Doctor. You can't keep holding it all in. That is what led you to take the drugs in the first place"

"Or somebody slipped them into my tea when I just wanted to have a nice meal," The Doctor snipped at him.

"I'm sorry Doc, I didn't know," Jack apologized. The Doctor glared at him as he fought to get his hands back to his head. "Do yo have a headache?"

"What gave you that idea you stupid ape," The Doctor wondered. Jack sighed. The Doctor was obviously miserable again. He worried that the headache would lead to another seizure. At least, if he seized, though, he would sleep afterward and he wouldn't have to deal with his anger. Jack chastised himself for the thought. They were supposed to be helping the Doctor, not hoping that he would sleep. Jack looked into the Doctor's eyes. Despite the Doctor glaring at him, the Doctor's eyes were slightly dilated. The Doctor was miserable because the cravings were strong again, Jack concluded and laying in bed wasn't going to help him get past it. Standing up he made his way over to the cabinet pulling out a pair of trousers for the Doctor.

"Come on," Jack told the Doctor moving the blankets back. He reached for the catheter line clipping it off for the Doctor. The Doctor's eyes went wide as he took a shaky breath.

"What are you doing?" He stuttered staring at the Captain as Jack helped him to put the trousers on being careful not to snag his catheter line.

"Were going for a walk," Jack answered not giving the Doctor a chance to tell him no. The Doctor tried anyways as he was pulled to his feet. He swayed unsteadily thankful that Jack was holding his arms or he would have collapsed right back to the floor.

"I don't know about this Jack," The Doctor informed him suddenly unsure about leaving the safety on the hospital room. He had been wanting to leave it since forced into the horrible bed. Now that he was unrestrained and receiving the proper medications, though, it didn't seem as bad. Having Jack with him also was better than the loneliness that he felt aboard the TARDIS. Maybe if he had just given in and brought a companion aboard the TARDIS he wouldn't have sought the drugs as a way to feel something besides pain. He shook he couldn't change the past and what ifs never made things better. They only made things worse as he relived the moments over and over again trying to figure out what he could have done differently. If one

"Do you trust me?" Jack questioned.

"Yes," The Doctor answered without hesitation.

"Then come on," Jack told wrapped his arm around the Doctor's to support him while holding the IV stand with the other hand. The Doctor took a shaky step forward followed by another. He couldn't move that fast but Jack was patient with him as they slowly made their way to the door and out into the hall. Exiting the room, the Doctor looked around. There were no guards but the nurse's station was just down the hall. In the other direction, his TARDIS sat within walking distance. If he managed to make it out of his room without Jack noticing, it would be easy for him to get to her. Then he could be out of this place and traveling the universe once more. Jack didn't let him go to her, though, as he guided him towards the exit.

"Making your escape?" Martha asked as they passed the nurse's station. She was standing at the counter filling out release paperwork for one of her other patients. The man had been admitted for a broken leg and she was releasing him to recover at his parents home until he was able to serve in UNIT again.

"I'm trying," The Doctor told her cheekily the anger still clear in his voice.

"We are going outside to get him some fresh air," Jack explained pausing at the counter on the pretense of talking to Martha but really trying to give the Doctor a moment to rest.

"You should take a wheelchair with you just in case."

"I don't need a fucking wheelchair," The Doctor hissed at her.

"We'll be outside," Jack told her, pulling on the Doctor's arm to get him to follow him. It took over ten minutes for them to walk to the front door from the Doctor's room with how slowly he was moving. Together they made it to just outside of the door. The day was sunny out with a warm breeze blowing. There was an empty bench a short way from the door and they headed over to it. The Doctor was relieved to finally reach it and flopped heavily down on to the metal. He cried out in pain upon his bottom hitting the bench. "Easy," Jack helped the Doctor to lean to the side to relieve the pressure. The Doctor leaned into him and with Jack's help put his legs up on the bench.

Across the way soliders marched up and down the square while a little ways from them a group of cadets were running the obstacle course. The base was a hub of activity and no one paid attention to the two men sitting on the bench watching them. Nor did they notice when the Doctor went tense in Jack's arms. Jack quickly got him to the the ground before the second stange of the seizure hit. It was over before Jack had the chance to call for help He rolled the Doctor into the recovery position as the Doctor took a small breath in.

"Wake up sweetheart," Jack cooed as Martha joined them. The Doctor moaned not waking fully as he curled into himself. Martha checked the Doctor over before allowing Jack to carry him back into his room. He laid the Doctor carefully on his bed. They removed his trousers to reconnect his catheter. As she did, she noticed a small amount of blood on his trousers. She cleaned him up finding that he had pulled one of the stiches when he flopped down. She quickly fixed it for him then tucked him back into his bed to sleep. Feeling guilty that the Doctor had ended up hurt, Jack tried to figure out a way to make it up to him.