Jack felt as though his world was crashing down around him. On one side of the medi-bay a man he barely knew, and didn't really trust for that matter, was working frantically but efficiently to save their daughter. A baby that should have still been in the womb growing. He looked towards the Doctor as Martha called out to him. It seemed like life was moving in slow motion as she handed him an ambu bag as she began CPR. Jack stood and took the bag from her and placed it over the Doctor's mouth and nose, breathing for the Doctor as Martha worked to restart his hearts.
"Come on Doctor," Martha yelled at him then cursed. She gave him an injection of adrenaline and then making a decision she focused on his left heart. As she grabbed the paddles, Jack stood back. Martha placed them to start the Doctor's heart and silently said a prayer. She shocked him and the monitor blipped once and then fell again. She turned to set them higher, when it blipped again.
"Come back to us," Jack pleaded. He watched as the lines on the screen picked up speed but the Doctor still wasn't breathing on his own and his right heart was still stopped. Martha didn't hesitate as she grabbed the ventilation tube. She tilted the Doctor's head back slightly as she inserted the scope, followed by the tube.
"You're not going to give him a chance to breathe on his own?" Jack wondered as he watched.
"No, he is losing a lot of blood into his stomach and I need to go in now to stop the bleeding before it is to late. I am going to sedate him further and I am sorry Jack but I will need your help after all." Martha commented as she worked.
"Anything," Jack responded as he grabbed a bag of blood and hung it from the IV stand. He tried not to think about the fact that it was his husband as he stepped up to the bed to assist Martha.
-DW-
Jack sat in the medi-bay. He was exhausted but he wasn't going to sleep, not yet. His eyes burned with unshed tears, but he refused to cry. He had to remain strong for his family. They didn't know when the Doctor was going to wake up and Jack wasn't going to let the Doctor find him crying. The Doctor was laying pale on the next to him. The Doctor was still hooked to a ventilator that was breathing for him, his left heart was beating, while his right remained stopped. Both arms had IV's giving him blood, nutrition and medicine. Electrodes lined his chest. His stomach, just above his groin had a bandage hiding the staples that closed the incision. He would never be able to have children again in this body and for that Jack was relieved, though he didn't know how the Doctor would take it once he woke up. If he woke up.
Jack looked to his other side. A little further down, Imogen was in the incubator asleep. Whatever the Doctor had done to her worked. She was still going to need a lot of help, but she was alive. It was hard to look at her though, she was so tiny and had wires and tubes hooked to her small body. They had put a diaper on her that covered most of her back. She was anemic according to Otis and they were going to have to give her iron. He was hoping they could avoid a blood transfusion but it was still a possibility down the line.
Martha was still in the room as well, sitting near the incubator, monitoring Imogen for any signs that she was having trouble breathing or that she had stopped breathing. Otis had gone to get cleaned up and rest in a small room off the medi-bay. He would take the next shift while Martha rested. Jack was suppose to rest after Martha, but he didn't think he could. He couldn't leave either of them, not while they needed him. He turned back towards the Time Lord and reached out to take the Doctor's hand in his. The Doctor's hand remained limp, but still Jack held it.
"Any changes?" Jack asked, not being able to stand being silent anymore. The only noise for the last little while had been the steady beeping of the heart monitors and the ventilator breathing for the Doctor.
"No, she is the same at the moment." Martha replied. She didn't need to ask how the Doctor was. Not only could she see him, but thanks to the TARDIS technology, she also had a monitor near her, that showed all of his vitals. She was going to have to still check him here soon, but she didn't need to remain directly by his side. "I know this is difficult Jack, but neither one of them are going to show vast improvement in the next few hours. The Doctor is going to have at least a few weeks of recovery, while Imogen is gong to have a few months."
"I know." Jack sighed. He lightly brushed a stray piece of hair off of the Doctor's forehead. The Doctor's hair was starting to get a little long and would need to be cut soon. Though with all of the difficulties he had the last month, a haircut was the furthest thing from either of their minds.
Jack breathed deeply, trying to push the tears back again. He desperately wanted a drink. He had a bottle of whiskey in the TARDIS kitchen and it wouldn't take long to retrieve it. Though he wasn't going to. Regardless of how much he wanted that drink, he would never forgive himself if either the Doctor or Imogen needed him and he was to drunk to help them. Or even worse they passed on and he later couldn't remember his final moments with them. With that thought, he could no longer hold back the tears. They rolled down his checks, gathering at his chin. He placed his forehead against the Doctor's bed and stared at the ground.
"Please wake up sweetheart," he whispered.
