After the Doctor fell asleep that night, Jack carefully untangled himself from the sleeping man's arms. He took the Master by the hand and led him out of the medi-bay. Martha didn't comment as she moved over to the bed to check the Doctor's vitals and sit with him in case he woke up. The Master and Jack needed a moment alone together and she could give them that. Jack took the Master to his old room where their joining was slow. They both missed the Doctor being a part of their bedroom activities, but there was no way to know when he would be able to join them again. Afterwards, they showered quickly before returning to the Doctor's side to cuddle him between them once more. He didn't wake nor realize his lovers had disappeared as he slept peacefully through the night.

Come morning he didn't want to wake though. They tried to gently wake him and let him know that he was going into surgery soon. He didn't care as he groaned, wrapping his arms tighter around Jack and burying his face. Martha brushed the hair back on his sweaty forehead, causing him to moan, but he still didn't wake fully.

"Your call," She told the Master not happy with the circumstances. They had to perform the surgery soon as he was getting worse, but she wasn't sure if he was strong enough to operate on. She trusted the Master's opinion though and if he said they were still going to operate she would scrub up. Regardless of her own hesitations. The Master knelt down so that he was near the Doctor's head.

"We are going to take you into surgery in a few minutes sweetheart. I would really like it if you would open your eyes for me so that I can give you a kiss before you go," The Master told him. He ran his fingers gently behind the Doctor's ear. The Doctor turned his head slightly so he could look at the Master.

"Will you be here when I wake?" He asked softly. The Master looked at Martha nodding that they would be continuing. Martha turned to give them a moment alone, heading to the cupboard to get the Doctor's sedative.

"No, but I will be nearby. Jack will be with you though. I have more surgeries to perform before I can sit with you, but I will be there as soon as I can. I promise," The Master told him. He kissed the Doctor softly on the head, then on his lips. Jack placed his hand on the Doctor's check, turning his head slightly so that he could kiss the Doctor as well. Martha returned to the bedside.

"We'll hold you until you are asleep," Jack reassured the Doctor. The Master sat down on the bed with them as Martha injected the sedative. The Doctor fought against the sedative, but soon enough he was sleeping again. Jack carefully eased the Doctor onto the bed once more. He was going to be assisting with the surgery this time as he didn't have to watch Emma. He missed the little girl but was relieved that he was able to help his lovers.

"Go scrub up. If everything goes well he will be in and out of surgery quickly," The Master told Jack.

"I hope so," Jack commented. He kissed the Doctor one last time before he hurried off to get ready. The Doctor was taken into the secondary room. Marta monitored the anesthesia as the other three operated. The Doctor was ventilated as a precaution, but his vitals weren't as bad as Martha originally feared. Once they started the surgery though it quickly became obvious why the Doctor was feeling so sick. His liver was enlarged and where they had tried to repair it was inflamed. The Master swore under his breath as he observed the damage.

"His body is rejecting the damaged section," the Master informed them.

"So he will need a transplant after all," Jack stated.

"The problem is that even in this universe his body is unique. Finding him a match for the transplant would be next to impossible. If we don't save his liver he is going to have no choice but to regenerate and I promised him that wouldn't happen," The Master told them as he tried to decide what to do.

"We won't let that happen. There has to be a way to help him," Jack stated, looking the Master in the eyes. The Master didn't return the gaze for long as he turned his eyes downward again.

"What do you recommend so that doesn't happen?" Martha questioned. She was thankful that the Master was there and knew what was happening to the Time Lord's

"We remove the blockage as well as the damaged part of his liver. His body should regenerate it, but in the meantime he is going to need medication to support his liver function. I also want to put him on drugs to keep his body from rejecting the repair again. It could just be that it was too damaged for his body to heal, but it is hard to know for sure," The Master explained.

"Majority of his liver is damaged, if we remove all of the damaged areas he is only going to have about %25 of it left. That is very risky," Martha told the Master. If he was human she wouldn't think of risking it. She would remove the blockage and be looking for a transplant.

"I know but it is his best chance," The Master agreed. He didn't see another option if they were going to keep the Doctor in his current body.

"Then it has to be done," Martha said. The Master looked to Jack who nodded his agreement. He took a deep breath and praying silently to whatever gods were out there that it worked began.

The Doctor was in surgery almost five hours as they removed the damaged pieces of his liver and removed the blockage. There were no further complications as Martha stitched him up. Together Jack and the Master took him back out into the medi-bay. The Master made sure the Doctor was stable and that the antidote to the anesthesia was given to him before leaving his side. He wanted more than anything to stay with the Doctor, but he had to prepare for the surgery on the man's leg. On top of that he didn't want the Doctor afraid of him if he woke up confused.

It didn't take long for the Doctor to wake after the antidote was given. He groaned, rubbing his face against the pillow. His hand flexed slightly trying to pull the blankets up a little, but giving up before he had made any progress.

"Waking up Doctor?" Jack wondered softly as he took the Doctor's hand in his. For a brief moment, he saw the Doctor's eyes before he closed them again.

"Tea?" The Doctor wondered, sounding almost breathless.

"Water first," Martha answered holding the cup for him. He wasn't happy with the fact he didn't get tea, but he wanted a drink too much to complain. Martha guided the straw to his mouth. He didn't seem to notice as she placed the straw against his lip. He just left it there.

"Open your eyes so that you can take a drink," Jack cooed at him. The Doctor wrinkled his brow. That made no sense to him. Why would he need to open his eyes to take a drink of water? He was the one who had surgery, but Jack was the one who sounded confused. He was going to have to talk to him about how it was possible to drink with his eyes closed later. Realizing there was a straw against his bottom lip, he latched on taking a small sip before he drifted back to sleep.