After the medication began to work the Doctor drifted off to sleep once more. For the rest of the day, he was barely awake long enough to drink a cup of tea. He didn't try to eat or do anything when he was awake besides drink. Jack was beside himself with worry as he sat beside the weakened Time Lord. Donna though became angry at the Doctor being hurt and out of everyone in the hub she decided to turn her anger on Martha. Martha had just come into change out the Doctor's IV and check out his vitals. She had added his medication to the bag before bringing it down so all she had to do was switch them out. As she left though Donna followed her back up the ladder.

"You could at least stay and talk to him," Donna snipped at her. Martha turned to look at her calmly.

"He is asleep at the moment and when he wakes he is going to want Jack," Martha commented. She started to head back down to the autopsy room but Donna was having none of it. She stormed after her.

"You barely spend anytime with him anymore. He misses you but you just treat him as your patient," Donna hissed.

"He is my patient. I am sorry if you don't like it Donna but I can't be the one to comfort him and spend time with him right now. I have to be the one who is treating him for his injuries. As his doctor I have had to hurt him by giving him injections and taking biopsies. I can't do those things to him if I am the one who has to comfort him afterwards," Martha explained as calmly as she could. "The Doctor may not like it but he is smart enough to understand why I am separating myself from him at the moment. I am hoping that once he is well I can be his friend again but until that happens, I have to be his doctor."

"You could be both," Donna declared even though she knew she was on the losing side.

"Donna there is a reason why doctor's don't treat their friends and family. If he was human, he would be in a hospital being treated by a team of doctors and nurses. Since he is a Time Lord, I don't have that option," Martha answered her. Martha leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms at Donna. She was tired herself and really didn't feel like arguing. She was trying to treat the Doctor when she barely understood how his body was different from a humans. She had pulled several books off of the TARDIS but finding time to read them, between caring for the Doctor and day to day Torchwood work was wearing her down. Mickey was the only thing keeping her going at the moment.

"There is UNIT." Donna recalled from her memories that she had received from the Doctor he had worked for unit for awhile. They knew he was alien and he had filled out a medical history for them at the instance of the Brigadier. Though he had omitted a lot of information, they did know his allergies to medicine.

"There is yes," Martha agreed. "Do you want to tell him though that he has to go to UNIT to be treated in the future. I am sure Jack would have something to say about it." Martha lifted an eyebrow at Donna as she waited for Donna to continue. Donna was out of arguments though. She knew she had lost and so she turned, storming towards the kitchen. Martha sighed loudly before heading to her office.

-DW-

"Jack," The Doctor whimpered.

"I'm right here sweetheart," Jack responded laying down his book and, brushing the Doctor's hair away from his face. The Doctor didn't respond or open his eyes. He was still breathing evenly and so Jack figured that he was dreaming. The Doctor was laying on his back with his head rested in Jack's lap. His leg was propped up on a pillow and the arm with the IV was flung out to the side. Jack had been sitting cross legged so long that his back was getting sore and his legs had long since gone to sleep. He didn't dare move though and disturb the Doctor. He picked his book back up and was barely half a page down when the Doctor spoke again.

"Please Jack," He moaned.

"All right time to wake up," Jack answered as he sat his book down once more. "Come on sweetheart open your eyes for me," Jack cooed as he rubbed the Doctor's shoulder with his knuckles. The Doctor groaned and swatted at Jack's hand. Jack kept up rubbing his shoulder until the Doctor opened his eyes.

"Jack," He whined, knowing that Jack was the one who had woke him. He looked to the table and didn't even see a fresh cup of tea to make up for it. He cared for Jack but he found it highly upsetting that he had been woken.

"You were having a bad dream," Jack explained. The Doctor stared up at Jack for a moment. His brown eyes were bloodshot and he looked miserable. He made no move to get off of Jack as his body just begged him to sleep.

"Next time have tea," He sighed before his breathing quickly evened out once more. Jack couldn't help the chuckle that escaped. Leave it to the Doctor to wake miserable and then complain about the lack of tea. He would remember that though and try to have a hot cuppa by the time the Doctor woke next. For now though he picked up his book and resumed reading.