Jack expected the Doctor to continue to sleep the rest of the day due to his seizure. He thought briefly of leaving the Doctor's side for a short time to get coffee and stretch his legs. The Doctor would be fine with Martha for a few hours as she stayed in his room monitoring him out of concern due to his shallow breathing. Jack couldn't bring himself to leave the Time Lord's side, though, and instead he took his place beside the Doctor's bed. He was glad he stayed when not even a half an hour later the Doctor began to stir.
"Jack," He whined upon waking and finding that he was alone in his bed. Cold air was blowing against his face making it hard to breathe. He didn't like it and reached up to remove the mask from his face. Someone caught his hand stopping him. He forced his eyes open to see Jack sitting in the chair beside the bed holding his hand.
"I'm right here," Jack reassured him running his thumb along his knuckles. He moaned feeling a tear run down his cheek. He felt sick, miserable and cold. He just wanted to be held while he drifted off to sleep again.
"Jack," He whimpered louder when rather than getting into bed with him, Jack reached out and took his hand. He felt someone move his blankets and a the cold metal of the stethoscope pressed against his chest. He shuddered trying to roll away from Martha as another tear ran down his cheek.
"You're alright. I would ask how your feeling but I am guessing your pretty miserable, huh. So how about you have a nice drink of water then try to go back to sleep," Martha suggested softly as she placed the stethoscope aside and picked up his water. She moved the oxygen mask away from his mouth enough that she could offer him the straw. He looked at her with such sad eyes that she felt as if she were hurting him rather than trying to help him take a drink. He wrapped his lips around the straw taking a small sip before releasing it. She replaced the mask for him then fixed his blanket.
"Please Jack," The Doctor whispered turning his attention back to the man sitting in the chair. Jack climbed up on the bed wrapping his arms around the Doctor. The Doctor moved closer to him pressing himself against Jack's chest as he sought out the warmth that Jack provided.
"Is this what you wanted?" Jack questioned him softly. The Doctor nodded against him, his eyes already closing. He was quickly asleep again and Jack resigned himself to being the Doctor's heater for the next hour. He was then gentle when he woke the Time Lord so that they could take him down for the MRI and CT scan. It didn't matter as the Doctor quickly became whiney again, not liking that Jack had to get out of the bed or that he had to lay on a cold table as lights flashed around his head. Jack was allowed to sit in the room near him and Jack rested a hand on his leg talking calmly to him while the scans were run. Much to everyone's relief, the scans showed no new damage to his brain and Martha put the seizures down to him refusing to take his pills. He was taken back up to his room, where Jack was once again given the task of trying to soothe him back to sleep.
"Did I have another seizure?" The Doctor asked curling against Jack. He looked down to see the Doctor's eyes were already drifting shut. Sleep was the best thing for him at the moment so Jack gently caressed his back as he spoke.
"You had two seizures within a short time of each other," Jack replied not wanting to lie to him. The Doctor didn't seem that worried, though, as his breathing evened out. Over the next few hours, he woke several times, never staying awake that long as his body recovered. Jack stayed in bed with him the entire time holding him close and providing the Doctor with the warmth that his body craved. He was almost asleep himself when the Doctor woke again and was more aware of his surroundings than the previous times.
"You took her away from me," He whimpered as he realized the faint connection he was developing to the TARDIS was gone. He had been working to strengthen the connection, but now his mind was empty leaving a void where she should be.
"Took who away?" Jack asked in confusion. He tried to hold the Doctor closer aware that he was distraught, but the Doctor pulled away from him.
"The TARDIS. You took the TARDIS," The Doctor cried frustrated as he sat up.
"Your mind isn't ready to connect to the TARDIS yet, sweethearts," Jack started to explain to him.
"Stop calling me sweethearts. You made me keep my name so you should use it," The Doctor snipped, interrupting him.
"As I was saying, trying to connect to her is what caused you to have seizures the last two days," Jack continued letting his annoyance come through in his tone.
"I don't care if I am having seizures. I would rather have the seizures then continue to be punished," The Doctor informed him stubbornly.
"No one is punishing you," Jack told him. The Doctor nodded not elaborating as he glared at Jack. Jack gave him a moment before asking him. "How are we punishing you."
"By making me take that bloody pill," The Doctor enunciated slowly and clearly. Jack sighed.
"I know you don't like the pill, but it isn't a punishment," Jack informed him.
"On Gallifrey, it was. They used the pill to take away the telepathic abilities of criminals. The Master made me take the pill aboard the Valiant and you're no better than he is making me take the pill now when I don't want it," The Doctor yelled.
"Calm down, Doctor, we didn't know," Jack responded keeping his voice even.
"You didn't care. Even if I would have told you, you still would have made me take it as Martha has made it perfectly clear I have no say in what happens to my body," The Doctor screamed louder. The door to his room opened and Martha started to enter but Jack held up is hand to stop her.
"We did that so we could help you," Jack replied struggling to continue to remain calm.
"A lot of good that's done," The Doctor hissed.
"Based on the fact that you are still alive, I think it has done a lot of good. You seem to keep forgetting that you would be dead right now if we hadn't helped you. So you can throw this little pity party of yours and continue to yell at me or we can have a rational conversation about why you are taking the pills," Jack growled back.
"Bugger off," The Doctor snapped.
"I told you next time you tell me that you better mean it," Jack told him getting out of the bed.
"I do." The Doctor crossed his arms glaring at him.
"Fine. He's all yours Martha," Jack snipped crossing the room. He pushed past Martha as he headed down the hallway going towards the entrance of the building. Martha watched him go outside before looking at the Doctor. He had tears running freely down his cheeks and was staring at the wall. She didn't say anything as she closed the door and went after Jack.
