Eventually, the Doctor's hands stilled as he rested his head on Jack's chest. His hands gripped Jack's shirt tightly, thankful that he was able to hold someone after the days of being restrained to the bed. Not that he minded the restraints. The restraints kept him grounded and kept the others around him safe. While restrained he didn't have to worry about the Master making him try to hurt them or take Martha hostage again in order to try to get his children back. The drugs racing through his system made it easier to ignore him but it didn't stop the Master from watching him or trying to talk to him whenever he was alone. Lifting his head slightly, he could see the Master standing in the corner of the room watching him cuddle with Jack. Blood was dripping down his body pooling on the floor of the room. A part of his mind knew that none of it was real. A larger part, however, wanted nothing more to go over and clean the blood up. Releasing Jack's shirt, he stood up on shaky legs.

"Do you have a handkerchief?" He asked Jack as he stood unsteadily beside the bed. His legs felt funny due to lack of use over the last few days as well as the drugs. Jack reached into his pocket pulling out a white handkerchief. He handed it to the Doctor watching as he made his way across the room getting carefully to his knees near the corner

"What are you doing, sweetheart?" Jack questioned as he watched the Doctor running the cloth across the floor as if he were cleaning up an unseen spill.

"Cleaning up the blood," The Doctor answered him calmly as he folded the handkerchief over. The Master refused to move from his spot and so he had to wipe around his feet. Jack sighed getting out of bed as well. He couldn't help the disappointment he felt knowing that the medicine wasn't helping the Doctor. He was still seeing things that weren't there which meant that he was also still seeing the Master. Going to the Doctor he knelt down beside him pulling the Doctor up so that he could look him in the eyes.

"There's nothing there, Doc. The floor is clean," Jack told him. The Doctor looked at him confused before looking towards the floor. Jack was kneeling right in the blood but he didn't seemed concerned by the stickiness or the wetness soaking into his trousers.

"How can you not see it? It's everywhere," The Doctor informed him, leaning over to try to clean up the mess again. He could smell the sharp iron in the blood and feel the wetness on his hands. It couldn't be a hallucination if he could see it so clearly, could it? He looked towards the floor again before looking at Jack, the confusion clear in his eyes.

"What's everywhere?" Jack questioned trying a different approach.

"His blood," The Doctor answered Jack softly.

"Is the Master here with us?" Jack wondered and the Doctor nodded. "Where?"

"Standing behind you," The Doctor told him. Jack glanced over his shoulder to see that the corner was as empty as when they laid on the bed together. The two of them were the only ones in the room at the moment. He hung his head as Jack turned back to look at him. "He isn't there is he?"

"No," Jack answered him. He took the Time Lord in his arms as he began to tremble, a tear running down his cheek.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying, Jack, but I don't know what is real anymore," The Doctor apologized pulling away from him. He forced himself to his feet, ignoring Jack's hand as he held it out to help him up.

"I know this has to be difficult for you, Doc. I can only imagine what he has put you through the last few years but if you can trust anything, you can trust me. I would never hurt you," Jack informed him as he stood up behind the Doctor. He walked slowly behind him as the Doctor stumbled back to the bed. The Doctor sat down on the edge staring down at the floor while Jack took a seat in the chair across from him.

"I'm trying, but my head feels funny from the medicines that Martha gave me," The Doctor told him before continuing without prompting from Jack. "I don't like it. It feels as if my head is thick and I can't concentrate. I'm tired all the time but I can't sleep. When I do sleep, my dreams are filled with him and he is still here when I wake."

"Do you want me to talk to her about adjusting your medications?" Jack questioned him. The Doctor shook his head no.

"I don't want to listen to him again, Jack. I hurt Martha and I wanted to hurt you," The Doctor told him looking up at Jack finally.

"You didn't though. I know you were angry when we took your children but you were able to ignore him. Every day it will get easier and I will stand by you until you are well regardless of what happens," Jack reassured him. The Doctor smiled at him softly. "Now I don't know about you, but I am starving. How about I message Martha to bring us down lunch."

"Yeah," The Doctor agreed realizing how hungry he was. He rubbed his hand along the bed feeling the softness of the blanket on it. He crinkled his forehead as he ran his hand along the sheet feeling the contrast with the soft coolness of it. Rolling over onto his side, he rubbed his face against the soft blanket. Jack just watched him until there was a soft knock on the door. Martha let herself in carrying a tray with her. The tray had several sandwiches on it and Jack felt his stomach growl as he reached for one.

"Thank you, Martha," he told her through a mouth full of food.

"Not a problem. I was just about to come down here and get you anyways," Martha responded.

"Oh?" Jack questioned surprising Martha that he was able to make the noise with how full his mouth was.

"Ianto is here and waiting for you up in your office," Martha informed Jack as she selected a chicken sandwich for the Doctor along with a fresh cup of tea.

"How is he?" Jack asked her in concern suddenly no longer hungry. He set the rest of the sandwich down on his leg.

"He seems like he is alright but he tried to hand Gwen his resignation from Torchwood. She refused to accept it until he spoke with you first," Martha responded. Jack moved towards the door quickly, hesitating before he actually left.

"Are you going to be okay to sit with him for a few minutes?" Jack questioned Martha knowing her weariness in being alone with the Doctor. Martha looked at the Doctor happily picking the chicken off the sandwich. He had no sharp utensils nor was there anything dangerous that he could get ahold of in this room. The worse he could do is break the cup to use the sharp shards as a weapon but she doubted that he would waste the tea. She knew, though, that if the Doctor really wanted out of the room, she wouldn't be able to stop him as she would never be foolish enough to call the Time Lord helpless.

"We'll be fine," Martha answered Jack after a long moment. Jack hurried out of the room before she had the chance to change her mind. While the Doctor needed him, he needed to talk to Ianto. Going up to his office, he found the door was open and he could see Ianto sitting in the chair in front of his desk. Ianto hadn't bothered to shave nor dress in his suit and looked generally unkempt. It broke Jack's heart to see him that way, knowing that he was the source of Ianto's pain. He sat on his desk in front of Ianto rather than sitting across from him. Ianto looked up at him and he could see that Ianto's eyes were red from crying. Reaching out he gently thumbed the side of Ianto's cheek. Ianto pulled away and Jack dropped his hand with a sigh.

"What is this I hear that you are trying to quit?" Jack asked him.

"It is for the best," Ianto answered softly.

"Bullshit," Jack responded.

"I have given a lot of thought about what you told me Jack, and I have decided that it would be best if we went our separate ways," Ianto informed him. Jack took a deep breath. He had expected it since hearing that Ianto was trying to resign but it didn't make hearing the actual words any easier.

"Don't say that. I love you, Ianto," Jack begged him softly.

"And I love you, but we both know that you love the Doctor. He can give you what I can't. With the Doctor, you can have a family and children that you don't have to hide the truth from. The Doctor can also give you more years than I can," Ianto told him his voice firm even as he stared at Jack's chin, refusing to look him in the eyes. Jack reached into his desk pulling out the small box with the ring. He held out the box to Ianto and he took it from Jack opening it.

"You saved me when I felt that I didn't deserve to be loved any more," Jack began to explain.

"Please, Jack don't do this," Ianto interrupted him. He closed his eyes as he closed the box, setting it back on Jack's desk.

"I don't want to lose you, Ianto," Jack told him tears streaming down his own cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Ianto told him standing up. He headed towards the door. Jack grabbed the stack of papers off his desk throwing them. They slammed into the wall beside Ianto causing him to pause.

"I refuse to accept this or your resignation. I expect you to be back in the archives first thing Monday morning. Is that understood?" Jack snapped at him angrily.

"Yes, sir," Ianto answered softly. There was no way of knowing if he would listen to Jack until Monday morning. Until then, Jack watched him go. He wanted more than anything to stop him. He had begged Ianto to stay, though, and Ianto had just ignored him. His heart felt as if it had been ripped in two and not even the large piece that the Doctor held could heal it. Not that the Doctor wanted to return the pieces that he held anyway. Ianto didn't seem to understand that even if he pined over the Doctor that love would never be reciprocated. He hated Ianto for leaving him even as he knew that Ianto still held half of his heart. He could feel the tears on his cheeks and he couldn't return to the Doctor like this. Taking a moment to calm down, he headed to his room.