Jack had started to take the Doctor back in after the five minutes that he had promised Martha, but the Doctor asked to stay out a little longer. When a few more minutes passed and the Doctor began to shiver from the cold, no amount of begging could convince Jack to stay outside with him. He carried the Doctor back down to the medical room and laid the Doctor back on his bed.
"I wasn't cold," the Doctor complained unhappily as Jack removed his coat and then sat down on the bed beside him.
"I know you weren't, but we stayed out longer today then we promised Martha we would. You can go out again in the next few days if you are feeling better," Jack advised him as he helped the Doctor to lean against him to allow his body temperature to help warm the Doctor up. Even though the Doctor claimed he wasn't cold, he snuggled closer to Jack as Jack covered them with a blanket. Martha ran through a quick check of the Doctor's vitals as he laid contently, but she wasn't too concerned with him. Even though he had gotten cold, everything else was still consistent with his earlier exam and he was still right on track for his surgery on his hand.
"Tomorrow?" The Doctor wondered.
"We will see," Martha answered before Jack could make anymore promises. "You still have a weakened immune system Doctor and you have a surgery scheduled tomorrow. I don't think you will be up to going outside." The Doctor made a face at her.
"The surgery is...later in the week." The Doctor argued.
"No, it is tomorrow. I have just put off reminding you so that you didn't get grumpy, but we have everything all prepared and Tom will be here first thing in the morning to begin work on your hand. The surgery on your hand is going to take several hours and then you still have to come out of the anesthetic. Why don't we plan for you to go outside again in three nights." Martha offered. She didn't really want him to go outside again but she had to admit he looked happier and more relaxed just from the few minutes he had been out.
"Tomorrow." The Doctor pressed his luck.
"We will see." Jack laughed. Martha changed over the Doctor's IVs and finished checking his stats before heading up into the hub. She was going to sleep in Jack's bed so that she didn't have to drive home and had more time to rest before the long surgery tomorrow. Jack once again spent the night with the Doctor. Rather then sleep all night though, the Doctor complained that he didn't need the surgery. He never said they couldn't perform it though, so Jack just let him complain. He finally fell asleep around midnight and then woke up again several hours before his surgery.
"I'm hungry," He whined to Jack.
"You can eat when you wake up later," Jack informed him softly.
"I want a banana," The Doctor argued.
"You can have a banana later. I will even get you a piece of banana cream pie, but it won't be until after the surgery." Jack told him. He crossed his arms leaning slightly away from Jack. Jack shrugged and got out of the bed taking to his chair once more. The Doctor reminded him of a child as he gripped his sonic and stared at Jack as though he had been betrayed. Jack ignored him and instead pulled out more of his reports to begin working on.
"Can I help," The Doctor asked after awhile.
"Are you able to see well enough to read because I also brought you a few books from your room." Jack informed him as he picked up the stack. The Doctor didn't even look at the books.
"I can see," he replied as he laid the sonic on his lap and then reached for one of the reports. Jack gave him one that was about artifacts that had come through the rift. There were also reports in his stack of weevil attacks and a person who was taken by the rift. He didn't want the Doctor to read those and become upset. So for now he gave him the easy reports. The Doctor read them quietly and only demanded once that Jack give him the artifact because it was too dangerous to leave on earth.
Around seven in the morning Martha came into sedate the Doctor for the surgery. She tutted loudly to see him working and Jack knew that another scolding was in his future. The Doctor was out quickly but their wasn't time for an argument just then because both of them had to get cleaned up and prepared.
For the Doctor's surgery on his hand, Tom brought another doctor into assist him. Martha once again took to monitoring the Doctor's breathing while Tom and his assistant worked on the Doctor's hand. Jack helped and also watched on in slight disgust as they threaded wires down every one of the Doctor's fingers to hold the bones in place. They attached an external splint to his hand that allowed them to manipulate his fingers to be held at the correct angles. The splint was held on by straps at his wrist which would keep him from using his hand. It postponed him from being able to use crutches as the splint would have to remain in place until the next surgery. Tom was confidant though that the alignment would allow the Doctor's hand to begin healing correctly. Though he wasn't as confidant about the amount of use the Doctor would have. He just hoped that the Time Lord would surprise him with the way he healed.