Martha had retired to bed the night before with the intent of sleeping, but as she lay there going over the events of the day, the one conclusion she kept coming back to was, she needed help. She was in way over her head in trying to care for Imogen and the Doctor. In normal circumstances they both would have been in a hospital with a separate team of doctors and nurses caring for each of them. That wasn't possible though, with Imogen's two hearts and unique genes one mistake could kill her or set her back. Thankfully Otis had been a quick study and willing to listen to her. With the thought of Otis she made the decision to call him. The Doctor's suicide attempt had put a stop to him helping with Imogen. She couldn't trust him not to hurt his daughter. She glanced at the time and saw that it was two in the morning. She pulled out her phone anyways and called Otis. He had two other patients plus was planning a delivery of twins next week, but he would be able to stop by for a few days. Feeling better she had fallen asleep.
Only to be awoken by Jack screaming for her. Her heart raced as she ran into the room, expecting the worse for Imogen, only to find the Doctor and Jack fighting. The Doctor was covered in blood and Jack's words that he had tried again, quickly snapped her into action. She sedated him and then treated his wrist again as Jack strapped him to the bed. His arm looked like hamburger in some places where he had dug in the key with no regard to how much pain he was causing himself. She would be able to stitch the main cut again but she would only be able to bandage the rest. Once she had finished cleaning his arm the second time she carefully restrained his arm, though a part of her wanted to pull it tight and cause him pain.
She was angry at him, though she tried her best to remain professional. They were going to have to take someone off of Imogen's rotation to watch him full time now. She was sure now that given the opportunity, the Doctor would try again to end his life and she wasn't going to allow that to happen. She was going to force him to talk to her and deal with the pain he was feeling, even if she had to leave him restrained to the bed. Jack though had irritated him enough to talk and though she tried to kick Jack out of the medi-bay so she could talk to the Doctor in private, secretly she was happy.
The medi-bay door opening and Otis stepping in, had come as a huge relief and she felt weight lift off of her shoulders. Reaching a break in the conversation she excused herself and went to Otis's side. Out of the corner of her eye though she kept an eye on the Doctor. He was casually testing the restraints again, with a curious look on his face.
"How is he?" Otis asked as he sat down Imogen's chart.
"We had a second attempt after I called you." Martha answered. She gestured to Otis to step towards the door as the Doctor glared at them. Keeping her voice low, they discussed Imogen's charts. Together they agreed to raise her energy medication .1 mg as her energy was remaining at 85%. They planned to keep her potassium the same for now though.
"I know the plan for him to hold her today has to be postponed but I still think it would be good for her." Otis informed Martha quietly.
"I agree, but we can't trust him not to hurt her." Martha whispered back.
"I wouldn't hurt Imogen," The Doctor screamed at them angrily, and Martha winced. She knew he had good hearing, but she had thought they were out of his hearing range. Apparently she was wrong. She looked over as he thrashed on the bed, pulling on the restraints angrily cursing in Gallifreyan. Martha hurried over to the bed.
"I'm sorry Doctor, I didn't mean to upset you, but if you don't calm down again, I will sedate you." Martha snipped slightly even as she apologized. He didn't stop thrashing on the bed and glared at her with the full oncoming storm as he hissed at her in Gallifreyan still.
"That's not a nice thing to call the people trying to help you," Jack commented as he walked into the room with four cups. He handed one to Otis as he passed by the man. The other three he sat down on the table next to the Doctor's bed.
"You understand him?" Martha asked in amazement.
"Bits and pieces. Enough to know that he is livid, even without his tone." Jack sat down next to the Doctor and calmly ran his hand through the Doctor's hair. The Doctor snapped at his fingers, but Jack just moved his hand away from the Doctor' mouth and repeated the action making gently shushing noises.
"I know you wouldn't hurt Imogen, but you have to reassure them first. Acting like this is not helping you," Jack said softly and the Doctor's tone calmed and he finally stopped moving. Jack picked up the Doctor's tea and helped him to take a drink. The Doctor swallowed and then laid back against the pillow. He glared at Martha still but he allowed Jack to comfort him without fighting it.
"We still think skin on skin contact would be good for her, but we are worried about letting him hold her," Martha explained.
"And you decided to have this conversation in front of him?" Jack asked in surprise as he picked up both of the coffees. He handed Martha hers and then took a sip of his.
"We thought we were out of hearing range." Martha replied sheepishly and Jack nodded in understanding.
"Doctor, I know that you are intelligent enough to understand why they are worried," Jack looked down at his husband. The Doctor looked up at Jack, his eyes were sad.
"Yes," the Doctor replied his voice scratchy with the tears he was holding back. With how sick his Kui'la had been, the thought he would be able to hold her soon had never crossed his mind. He pulled lightly on the restraints again as tears filled his eyes. He wanted out of them and to take Imogen in his arms.
"Doctor," Martha said softly and he forced himself to look at her. "I want to trust you, but we can't." He closed his eyes as the tears finally broke free.
"Jack would you be willing to keep a constant eye on him?" Martha asked.
"Yes, anything to help him." Jack responded immediately.
"Doctor, If you take your pills willing, stay by Jack's side, talk to me twice a day for at least an hour at a time, and show you can be trusted, we will reassess your holding her in a few days." Martha calmly stated.
"What about the restraints?" The Doctor wondered softly.
"Those can come off later today, if you prove to me you don't need them." Martha answered him, her mind made up. He nodded feebly and sniffled as Jack wiped his tears away gently with a handkerchief. "Good then I am going to continue to talk to Otis and here in about twenty minutes, we are going to talk in private. Is that understood?"
"Yes Martha," The Doctor answered weakly as he lay defeated in the bed. He finished his tea and Jack helped him to clean up his face while Martha and Otis sat and chatted. When exactly twenty minutes had passed, Martha went and retrieved the wheel chair from the storage room. The Doctor didn't fight them as he was unrestrained from the bed and then led to the chair. Jack kissed him softly on the cheek as he restrained his arms to the chair and then Martha pushed him out of the room. She took him to a small room nearby that only held a chair and a sofa. He mentally chastised the TARDIS for creating the room and she hummed at him. Martha locked the breaks on his chair and then took a seat in the armchair facing him. Pulling out a clip board and a pen Martha settled back to listen as he began to speak.