The Doctor woke up sweaty and miserable alone in the bed. His leg was throbbing horribly and he felt hot. He opened his eyes and reached for the glass of water that was sitting on the table beside the bed. He managed to take a sip before his stomach flipped and he gagged. He tried to set the glass down on the table again but dropped it as he was sick on the floor of Jack's room.

"Are you all right?" Jack asked as he rushed back into the room. He had heard the glass break and came to check on the Doctor. The Doctor gagged again. Jack grabbed the trash bin, though it was a little to late for it to be much help. The Doctor took it and leaned back on the bed as Jack cleaned up the mess on the floor. The Doctor was sick several more times before he finally felt as though he was done. Jack took the bin from him and cleaned it out before bringing back into the room.

"I don't feel good Jack," the Doctor whined. Jack reached out and stroked his sweaty head.

"You're burning up. I am going to get Martha down here to check on you," Jack informed him standing up. As testament to how bad he was feeling the Doctor nodded. Jack hurried up the ladder and into the hub. "Donna please go sit with the Doctor while I get Martha," He called out to her as he ran past her and down to the autopsy room. He ran into Martha's office, stopping as he entered. Martha was laying on her desk with Mickey moving between her legs. Jack wasn't phased by the fact they were having sex at work. He had done the same thing with Ianto countless times and planned to do the same with the Doctor once he was better.

"Jack have you heard of knocking," Martha yelped in surprise. Mickey moved back, pulling up his trousers, as Martha pulled her shirt down to cover herself.

"Normally I would let you finish, but the Doctor needs you Martha. He woke up with a fever and he is throwing up," Jack explained. He turned his back as Martha grabbed her trousers off of the floor. She pulled them on quickly and then rushed into the autopsy room.

"Where is he?" She questioned upon seeing the room was empty.

"Still in my room. Donna is with him and I didn't want to upset him by moving him," Jack explained. Martha washed her hands and then grabbed her medical bag. She hurried to the cupboard. Opening it she added a few syringes and vials of medication to the bag. She then grabbed an IV.

"Jack get me an IV stand and then meet me in your room," Martha told him. He hurried to the supply closet to comply as Martha headed to their room. She climbed down the ladder and just like Jack, she could tell the Doctor was miserable just by looking at him. Donna was sitting on the bed next to him holding his hand as he trembled. "Jack tells me you aren't feeling well."

"My leg hurts," He informed her as he looked up at her with sad brown eyes. Martha moved to his leg. It was slightly swollen, which was saying something as his leg was still far to thin. She carefully touched the top of it and he cried out trying to pull away.

"When is the last time you took pain killers?" Martha questioned. It had been almost twelve hours since he had been bitten and the initial pain killers would have worn off.

"Not since last night. He fell asleep before he could take them again," Jack answered as he dropped into the room. With Jack in the room as well it was cramped so he climbed up on the bed on the other side of the Doctor so he was out of the way.

"I am going to hook up the IV and then give you painkillers through the IV before I examine your leg," Martha explained. She found the vein quickly in his arm and taped the cannula in place. To it she added the pain killers. While she waited for them to take affect she took his temperature in his ear. He glared at her but he was feeling too poorly to fight her much. His temperature was higher than normal but nothing she was overly worried about. She moved back down to his leg and though it still was tender as she removed the bandages, it wasn't the blinding pain anymore. He gripped Donna and Jack's hands tightly as she moved his leg so she could see it. The skin around the stitches was bright red.

"You are developing an infection," Martha informed the Doctor. "I was worried this would happen. Weevil bites tend to be full of bacteria and with your immune system all ready weakened due to being sick recently the infection is taking hold quickly. I am going to give you a shot of antibiotics as well as put you on an anti-inflammatory and a second antibiotic through the IV."

"You just like giving me injections," The Doctor complained to her.

"You need to have the injections in order to feel better," Jack informed the Doctor. He rolled his eyes at Jack. He continued to hold his hand tightly and hiss in pain as Martha cleaned up the bite wound. She knew it was hurting him and felt bad but it was necessary. She needed to try and stop the infection from spreading any further in his leg as quickly as possible. In the next few hours she was also going to have to get an x-ray of his leg again to make sure that the infection hadn't spread to the bone. If that happened they were in trouble.

"Is there anything else that you can take that may help?" Martha asked the Doctor as she finished with his leg. She took her bag and found the medications she wanted and began measuring them out to add to the IV.

"No," The Doctor answered. Martha looked at Donna as she added the medications but Donna was in agreement with the Doctor. She filled a third syringe and made sure the air was out of it. She moved the blanket higher on his leg.

"Why don't you let go of Donna's hand for a moment but hold Jack's hand very tightly," She told him. He let go of Donna's hand like she suggested, not wanting to accidentally hurt her. Martha waited until he had a good grip before inserting the needle into his leg just above the infection. He cried out and gripped Jack's hand tighter gagging. Donna grabbed the bin and held it for him as he wretched.

"Martha," Donna exclaimed, when Martha didn't stop what she was doing.

"Almost done," Martha said calmly as she could. She hated the fact that she was hurting him even if it was necessary as she finished emptying the syringe. She removed the needle and placed a small plaster over the spot. "There now, just rest. I think it also goes without saying, but I am not going to allow you crutches until the swelling goes down and the infection clears up."

"I know," The Doctor sighed. He felt to badly to complain at the moment, but he was going to be feeling better soon and then he would be bored.

"I can get you a few books to read and we can watch telly," Jack offered. The Doctor just moaned and released Jack's hand so that he could snuggle into him. Martha stood up to go. What the Doctor needed now was tea as well as TLC and that was something she was unable to provide but Jack and Donna were good at. She looked over right before she was up the ladder to see Jack holding the Doctor while Donna rubbed his back. She smiled as she went to get cleaned up and then to find Mickey to continue their earlier activities.