With the Doctor awake, Jack messaged Martha to return to the medi-bay to examine her patient. He was worried about the Doctor as it was obvious that he was still hallucinating although this morning he seemed happy to see the Master. In a way that worried him even more. While he understood that the Master had once been the Doctor's friend and lover, he had only known the evil man that had held them captive for a year aboard the valiant. How anyone could love yet alone forgive that monster was beyond him. But somehow the Doctor had. In the end, though, even his love for the Master wasn't enough. Jack was relieved to know that the Master was dead and they could focus on helping the Doctor get better and not worrying about when the Master would come for him or the children.
"Good morning, Doctor. Did you sleep well?" Martha questioned happily as she entered with a tray in her hands. She was fully dressed and her hair had been styled indicating that she had been awake for awhile. Only the fact that she had bags developing under her eyes gave away just how little she actually slept.
"Did you drug me again?" The Doctor wondered rather than answer her question while he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes.
"I did and we will discuss why in a moment. First I am going to run through your vitals and examine the baby while you have a nice hot cuppa," Martha told him. Setting the tray down on the bedside table, she picked up one of the cups offering it to him. He sat up slightly, supporting Ajessa against his chest before reaching out to take it. Bringing it immediately to his mouth, he hummed his happiness at the hot sweet liquid. He didn't fight as she lifted Ajessa off of his chest handing her over to Jack. Jack took the little girl as she began to wake. She was confused to be in Jack's arms but calmed as she saw the Doctor nearby.
"Daddy?" Cerys questioned lifting her head. The noise in the medi-bay had woke her as well and she wanted a cuddle with her daddy while she woke.
"I'm right here baby," The Doctor answered. He switched the hand that was holding the cup so that Martha could take his blood pressure. He watched her sipping his tea happily. He was the perfect patient when he was half awake and within no time she had finished taking his vitals. By that time Cerys had found her way over to the bed so Martha lifted her up to sit by the Doctor while they spoke. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small vial of medication. The Doctor reached for it. Taking it in his hand, his forehead furrowed as he read the label. "This is a neuroleptic."
"It is," Martha agreed. Last night rather than going to bed she had stayed up late studying and placing calls. She had spoken to a psychiatrist that she had worked with before coming to Torchwood who had recommended the neuroleptics. They had also wanted to speak to the Doctor, but Martha had declined the offer. She was going to have to find another psychiatrist to work with him who wouldn't think he was crazy when he mentioned that he was an alien who traveled through time and space.
"Neuroleptic?" Jack questioned not sure what they were. While he had been trained to be a front line medic, he only had a basic understanding of medications and their uses.
"Antipsychotic to help people who are having hallucinations, delusions or paranoia," Martha explained.
"Then it is a good thing that I am not doing any of those things," The Doctor informed them even as heard the Master laughing at him from the corridors. He dropped the bottle of pills. Martha saw the movement and was able to catch them before they hit the floor. The Doctor didn't seem to notice, nor care as took another drink of his tea.
"Doctor, please don't lie to us. We know that you have been hallucinating about the Master. Last night you were screaming at him not to touch your children and then this morning you told him that you missed him," Jack responded. The Doctor rolled his eyes over to look at Jack.
"I am allowed to miss him," the Doctor argued. Jack nodded.
"I never said that you weren't. The problem comes in when you hear and see him, even when he isn't here. The Master is dead but last night you were convinced that he was going to take your children and hurt them again," Jack explained to him.
"Last night, I ran an MRI as well as CT scan on your head. I found nothing on the scan that would cause you to hallucinate. That being said, we all three know what kind of man the Master was. While I don't know everything that happened to you over the last few years, the bruises that cover your body are a good indication. I want to help you, Doctor and I need you to realize that it is alright not to be fine," Martha told him softly. The Doctor turned to look at her again. She could see a fear in his brown eyes that he normally tried to keep hidden from the universe.
"I shouldn't need to take pills," The Doctor whispered. Martha reached out to take his hand and he squeezed it tightly. When they had traveled together before the year, Martha had suggested that he take anti-depressants to help him deal with losing Rose. The Doctor had taken poorly to that suggestion as well. He had stormed away from her, hiding in his room. It was only after he calmed down that she was able to get him to explain his anger. As he paced the control room, he had told her about being expected to control his emotions without the assistance of pills in order to be a good Time Lord. Martha was positive his dislike of the neuroleptic.
"I know and we both know that the pill isn't going to solve all of your problems. You are still going to have to talk to us and work on getting better. The pill, however, will make it a little easier for you to deal with the pain you have suffered the last few years as well as losing the Master," Martha explained to him. Opening the bottle, she took a single pill out offering it to him. The Doctor refused to meet her eyes as he took the pill from her. Placing it in his mouth, he swallowed it down with a large drink of tea.
"Aw, poor little Theta. Always a disappointment. What would daddy think?" The Master questioned him. The Doctor didn't answer him as he pulled Cerys closer to him. He swallowed hard, leaning into Jack. Jack moved Ajessa so that he could hold the Doctor and dropped a kiss on the top of his head.
"To begin with I want you to take the pill once a day until I tell you to stop. I need to know immediately, though, if there are any side effects or if the hallucinations are getting worse, understand?" Martha questioned. The Doctor nodded. "Good, then I am going to make breakfast and then I believe Jack needs to step out for a little while."
"You're leaving me?" The Doctor questioned.
"Just for a short time. I won't be gone more than a couple of hours," Jack promised him. He didn't know how Ianto would take the news and he didn't want to tell the Doctor an hour then end up breaking that promise. At the moment, he needed to find a way to balance running Torchwood, being with Ianto and helping the Doctor. He also needed to get to know his daughter. He pushed that thought aside as he was still having a hard time coping with the fact that Cerys was his.
"You'll be fine without Jack for awhile. I know being stuck in bed is boring but I am sure you will find a way to keep busy. Speaking of which," Martha commented standing up. Walking out of the medi-bay, she returned quickly with a small box. "I brought you a puzzle."
"A puzzle?" He questioned. The look on the Doctor's face said it all as he raised one eyebrow at her and his disgust came through clearly in his tone. Martha didn't let it deter her as she brought it over to his bed.
"Yes, a puzzle. And don't give me that look. You and I use to do puzzles together when we were stuck in the 1960's together," Martha told him setting the puzzle down on his bed side table.
"Doesn't mean I enjoyed it," The Doctor complained half-heartedly reaching for the box. Looking at it, he saw that it was a thousand piece puzzle of a spiral galaxy.
"I help?" Cerys questioned looking at the box. The Doctor rolled his eyes as Martha took the small table and placed it over his lap.
"Of course," He answered opening the box. Martha watched for a moment while he began separating out the edge pieces while explaining to Cerys what to look for. She didn't seem to care as she took a handful and dropped it on the table. The Doctor was patient while he helped her to pick out the pieces they needed. Hoping that the four of them would be alright for a moment, Martha headed to the kitchen to begin cooking.
