The medi-bay was quiet as Martha continued to sit reading about various aliens that lived throughout the universe. She was the only one awake as Owen had given in to his own exhaustion falling asleep with his head on Tosh's bed. She couldn't sleep, though, not yet. Her patients needed her to be awake for them as Tosh had yet to awaken a second time and despite resting, the Doctor was steadily getting worse. She looked at the monitor, happy to see that the baby's heartbeat was remaining steady after dropping again. During the twenty-first century, there was little that could be done. Thankfully for the Doctor, she had access to medicines from across time and the universe.
Without waking the Time Lord, she went to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a vial. She checked with the TARDIS that it was safe for both humans and Time Lords and that it wouldn't interact negatively with any of the medications he was already on. With that assurance, she went over to the Doctor's bed. Being careful not to disturb any of the three people sleeping in the bed, she injected the syringe into the port for the IV. Capping it off, she threw the syringe into the sharps bin. Starting to turn away she paused as she heard a soft whimpering. Turning, she looked at the Doctor in concern. He was breathing even, though, still sleeping peacefully. Watching them, it took her a moment to figure out it was Jack as he lay holding the Doctor's arm. He whimpered louder, his hand tightening on the Doctor's arm. Worried that he was going to wake the Time Lord, she went back over to the bed.
"Jack," Martha whispered. "You're alright."
"Please," Jack whimpered, his dream becoming more animated.
"It's time to wake up, Jack," Martha said louder. She put a hand on his shoulder giving him a gentle shake. His eyes shot open going wide with terror. She didn't remove her hand, using it to gently hold him in place. "You're safe in the medi-bay, Jack. Calm down and get your bearings. Kui'la and the Doctor are sleeping in front of you and I know you don't want to hurt them."
"No," Jack agreed as he realized that he had been sleeping peacefully in a warm bed and not buried beneath the cold ground. Releasing his grip on the Doctor's arm, he tried to sit up. Martha moved her own hand allowing him to sit up on the bed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed. Reaching out, he picked up the glass of water that was sitting on the table. Not caring who the cup belonged to, he drained the entire glass.
"Do you want more water?" Martha questioned as he lowered the glass. He didn't set it down right away, choosing to hold it in his hands as he stared down.
"No," he answered softly.
"Are you alright?" Martha asked sensitively. Jack shrugged. "It's alright not to be with everything that happened today."
"I know," Jack answered still not looking at her. He started to lay back down with the glass still in his hand but Martha stopped him. Taking the glass from him, she set it on the bedside table before taking Jack's hand. She gave it a gentle tug and Jack got slowly to his feet. Not releasing his hand she took him to the other side of the medi-bay where they could talk without disturbing the others. The TARDIS provided them two chairs and Martha guided Jack to take a seat in one then took her place in the other facing him.
"I know you don't know me that well, but I am a good listener if you need to talk, Jack. And don't tell me that you are fine like the Doctor does," Martha told him sternly.
"I'm not fine," Jack responded. "One of my best friends is recovering from being shot by an old friend of mine. My lover injured himself saving me today and a man I thought was gone forever is the one who caused all this. All because I let go of his hand when we were children." Martha furrowed her brow in confusion at the vague explanation but Jack didn't elaborate. Instead, he looked at the monitor that was showing the Doctor and his babies vitals. "And now the Doctor is going to lose our son because I failed to keep him safe."
"I'm doing everything possible to make sure that doesn't happen," Martha told Jack.
"I'm not stupid, Martha. The baby's heartbeat is too low. It is only a matter of time before he loses the baby and it is all my fault," Jack argued his voice breaking.
"Even if you knew the men responsible for what happened today, that doesn't make it your fault. You can't blame yourself for someone taking revenge just because you failed to hold their hand," Martha explained. Jack nodded.
"He was my brother. I was supposed to protect him and I failed. He was tortured for years because I couldn't hold on," Jack answered her. He lifted his head finally looking her in the eyes. "What he did today is my responsibility. I should have held on tighter and made sure that he made it to safety. Tosh and the Doctor didn't deserve to have his anger taking out on them but I deserve to still be buried beneath the ground where he left me."
"When were you buried?" Martha questioned in surprised.
"Earlier today. That is how the Doctor overexerted himself. He knew I was beneath the ground and he couldn't just leave me there." Jack looked over at his sleeping lover. The Doctor had curled into himself slightly and was holding Kui'la to him as they both slept peacefully. Jack wanted to be there for his lover as they celebrated the birth of their son, now he worried that he would have to comfort him over his loss instead. Unable to look at the Doctor anymore, he turned his eyes back to Martha before dropping them to look at the ground again.
"Did your brother think you were dead when he buried you?" Martha questioned.
"No, he very much knew I was alive," Jack responded his voice going monotone. Martha reached out to lay a hand on his arms but Jack shrugged her off. He knew that Martha was just trying to help, but he didn't feel like talking anymore. What he wanted was a strong drink and then to find someone to have a one night stand with. The Doctor wouldn't understand, though, if he went to someone else, so instead, he would have to settle for just having the strong drink. Without looking back, he left the medi-bay to find it.