Jack checked on Imogen often but after every check, he returned to the floor. As he sat on the floor of the medi-bay he noticed the Doctor's breathing change. The soft even breaths he had been taking, slowly gave way to quicker agitated breathing. The Doctor was prone to nightmares but something sounded wrong. Confused Jack stood up to check on him. The Doctor was still curled in almost the same position, his eyes were closed but his face was contorted in pain.

"Doctor?" Jack asked softly as he approached the bed. The Doctor's face quickly went blank. Jack grabbed the Doctor's blankets and pulled them back to find blood covering the bed. The Doctor's wrist was bleeding profusely again and in his other hand he held Jack's key ring. Jack tried to figure out how the Doctor got the keys as he tried to pull them out of his hands.

"Let me die," The Doctor pleaded with him, as he fought to hold on to the key he was digging into his wrist.

"I'm not going to let you die," Jack replied angrily as he finally wrenched the bloody keys out of the Doctor's hand. The Doctor fought still as he grabbed the Doctor's wrist and tried to apply pressure to the wound. He clawed at Jack's hands holding his wrist, leaving deep scratches.

"Martha, get in here." Jack called out as he climbed up on the bed and forced the Doctor to roll on his back. He grabbed his other wrist and pinned the Doctor to the bed. The Doctor bucked and screamed at him in Gallifreyan. Martha rushed in.

"What are you doing?" She exclaimed seeing the Doctor struggle.

"He ripped his stitches open and he's bleeding badly." Jack responded. Rather then hurrying to the bed to help Jack, Martha ran to the cupboard first. Opening it, she quickly found the Doctor's sedative, a syringe and gauze pads. Drawing up a half dose, she hurried over to the struggling pair. Grabbing the Doctor's shoulder to help keep him still she inserted the needle as gently as she could, but also as quickly. She emptied the syringe and then sat it on the table.

"There now just calm down Doctor," She said softly. The sedative began to take affect, his movements slowed and his speech slurred slightly. She grabbed his wrist and pressed the gauze against it to try to stem the bleeding as Jack climbed off of him. Once he was sure the Doctor was sedated enough that he wasn't going to be able to hurt Martha, Jack walked quickly across the medi-bay and went into its store room. Martha heard Jack's fist slam against the wall and he cursed loudly. He stepped back in a few seconds later with padded restraints. Not taking any chances he restrained the Doctor's clean wrist and both of his ankles to the bed.

"I don't want help," The Doctor pleaded with Martha as she surveyed the damaged done to his wrist for the second time that night.

"You don't have a choice Doctor," Martha responded calmer then she felt. "Jack come put pressure on this while I get my suture kit again." Jack came over and took the Doctor's wrist in his hand again. The Doctor had gone quiet and was staring at Jack with an unreadable expression.

"Just tell me why Doctor," Jack pleaded with him as he held the gauze in place. The Doctor didn't answer him as he continued to stare. Martha returned and took over again. She removed the broken stitches in the Doctor's wrist and then replaced them with new ones. The whole time she worked on his wrist, his eyes never left Jack. Jack moved away to check on Imogen to make sure she wasn't disturbed by the yelling and commotion. He could feel the Doctor's eyes on him and after he was positive his daughter was still okay, he returned to his husband's side. Martha finished re-bandaging the Doctor's wrist and then carefully placed his arm in the padded restraint.

"We need to change his bed and clean all of the blood off of him." Martha informed Jack as she removed her gloves and threw them away.

"If you help me to change the bed, I will clean him up." Jack responded. Martha went and got a couple of towels, laying them on the next bed over. While the Doctor was still drowsy they switched him to the clean bed. Jack carefully washed him while Martha cleaned the other bed off. Once Jack was finished, Martha helped him to remove the towels from under the Doctor and they covered him up to his stomach with a sheet. Finally they switched the position of the beds so he was once again in the space closet to Imogen's incubator. Though the sedative should have worn off a little, the Doctor continued to lay quiet and still.

"Doctor do you know the symptoms of post natal depression?" Martha asked sensitively as she turned the chair by the bed to face him. His eyes turned to her for a moment before looking at Jack again. Jack had moved so that he was now standing leaning against the wall. He was watching the Doctor as intently as the Doctor was watching him.

"It isn't a weakness to need help for depression. If taking one pill twice a day and talking can help you feel better, I don't understand why you chose to discard the pill instead." Jack added.

"I don't need help," The Doctor sighed finally.

"No you don't want help," Jack snipped back.

"Jack," Martha sighed loudly. "Can I please have you step out of the room for a moment while I talk to the Doctor?" Jack glared at her and considered heading towards the door for a coffee. Before he could make up his mind though, Jack turned his eyes away from the Doctor as he heard the medi-bay door open. He looked up to see Otis slip in. Jack grabbed the curtain and pulled it to separate the Doctor and Martha from Otis's view as he headed over to the incubator.

"I didn't expect to see you today." Jack commented as he approached the man. He heard Martha talking softly to the Doctor again but he didn't focus on what she was saying as he approached Imogen's doctor.

"Martha asked me to come by." Otis replied as he took Imogen's chart and began to review it. Jack nodded slightly grateful to see the man as he turned and stepped behind the curtains with the Time Lord.

"I couldn't keep her safe," The Doctor whispered in reply to a question Jack didn't hear. He had taken to staring at the ceiling rather then look at Martha.

"She is safe though and she is growing and thriving. She may have had a minor set back yesterday but with how little she is, set backs are to be expected." Martha tried to reassure him, but the Doctor clearly wasn't listening to her.

"I couldn't save the other children either."

"What other children?" Martha wondered.

"The two point four seven billion children that were on Gallifrey the day I caused it to burn." He turned his eyes to Martha, his eyes pleading with her. "A man that can do that to his own people doesn't deserve to be saved."

"You had no choice," Jack chimed in and the Doctor made a rude noise with his mouth. "You have said it yourself, the war would have ended up destroying the universe."

"Then let me die with them, like I was meant to do." The Doctor screamed at them.

"No," Jack replied firmly.

"It's because you hate me." The Doctor's eyes bore into Jack making him feel slightly uncomfortable.

"No it is because I love you. Ending it was never the correct answer. If you want to leave me and be alone, you could have taken my vortex manipulator and left."

"Space hopper," The Doctor scoffed, then he sighed loudly. "Can I have a cup of tea?"

"I will make you a cup, but it isn't going to stop you from talking." Jack informed him, as he left the medi-bay. Martha stood and pulled the curtain back so she could continue to watch him. He seemed calmer at the moment and she really needed to speak with Otis so that he could take over Imogen for a little while.

"I need to get Otis up to date and then I will be back to continue our talk Doctor." Martha assured him. He nodded weakly and then pulled at the restraints to test their give. Martha watched him for a moment and once she was reassured he was still calmer, she headed the few feet over to Otis. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that it was still before 7 in the morning. She hoped Jack brought coffee as well when he returned because they were going to have a long day ahead of them.