Jack wasn't even a few pages into his book, when a soft snore came from the Doctor's bed. Surprised Jack looked up to see that the Doctor had gone to sleep again. With how angry he was Jack expected him to be awake for awhile until he calmed down. Standing up he moved to check the Doctor's energy levels and saw that they were still sitting about 85%. Shaking his head he sat down in the chair again.

"How is he asleep again?" Jack asked Martha.

"He is still recovering from the coma. It is normal for someone coming out of a coma to be confused and have trouble responding to what is going on. He didn't like the examination and rather then stopping me, he put up with it until it made him angry. We just have to be patient with him, he is making more progress in a short time then a human would. I know it is because of how his brain works, I just wish I understood more about how it functioned," Martha commented as she adjusted his pillows to make him more comfortable.

"So you are saying he could be like this for awhile?" Jack asked her.

"I am saying I don't know. You have to remember that he has been through a lot and the fact that he is sane, by his standards, is a miracle. He could be locked in a padded room right now or restrained to a bed. Yet he is here talking to us, living and developing a relationship with you. As hard as this is right now, you just need to remember it could be worse." Martha gazed at Jack and he hung his head. She was right. He had seen men go through less and end up needing to be cared for. The fact that the Doctor was laying here recovering and not on Flat Holm Island was a testament to how strong he was.

"I'll try to remember," Jack promised. Martha came around the bed and gave him a hug before heading out to update Tom. She was weary still about performing surgery on the Doctor again. He was coming around though and that was something to be thankful for.

Jack was absorbed in his book when a pillow hit him square in the head. He tried not to react as he picked he pillow up and placed it behind his back, still holding the book in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye though he could see the Doctor was awake again and glaring at him. Jack finished his page and then lowered the book.

"Did you need something?" He asked the Doctor pleasantly. The Doctor continued to glare at him, so shrugging Jack lifted the book and began to read again. He hadn't even read a sentence this time before the Doctor's second pillow hit him. Calmly he put the book down again. He turned to look at the Doctor. Placing the second pillow across his lap, he rested his elbows on the arms of the chair as he intertwined his fingers, resting his chin on them. He stared at the Doctor with interest as he waited for him to speak again.

"I should just regenerate. You promised I would be up and walking with my hand fixed. Now my hand is still not working and I can't walk without that bloody walker. Do you apes even know what you are doing?" The Doctor hissed at him in Gallifreyan. His eyes blazed with anger that Jack was mocking him and hadn't responded to his own attempts to upset the man. He was in a bad mood and wanted Jack to be in one as well. The fact Jack wasn't infuriated him even more.

"If you don't want to speak to me in English that is fine." Jack informed him as he leaned back slightly in the chair. "Just don't expect me to be able to respond properly to you."

"Bloody apes," He grumbled in English.

"See that I understood. While I am descended from apes, I like to think I am smarter then them most of the time." Jack remained calm as the Doctor seethed. "You on the other hand are acting like a child at the moment. So unless you want me to treat you like one, I suggest you talk to me and tell me why you are upset." The Doctor opened his mouth but before he could get one word out Jack interrupted him. "In English."

"My hand was suppose to be better after this surgery, but I still have little feeling in it. I want my life back not to be stuck here in bed." The Doctor yelled. He started to throw the blankets back and Jack stood up to stop him. The last thing he wanted was for the Doctor to collapse to the floor and hurt himself.

"Sweethearts just calm down. I will talk to you and tell you why you're hand isn't better, but you need to listen to me." Jack told him. The Doctor was still glaring but he nodded and collapsed back on to the bed. Jack pulled the blanket back up over the Doctor before retrieving his pillows. Using one arm, he helped the Doctor sit up a little before tucking the pillows behind him.

"Tell me what went wrong." The Doctor left no doubt in his voice that he knew something had gone wrong. Lying to him was just going to make him angry again but telling him the truth would make Martha angry. He was stuck in the middle of it but he could endure Martha's anger better then the Doctors. "My hand is always going to be useless isn't it?"

"No. They made progress on your hand. There was a complication though and they had to stop." Jack informed him keeping the explanation simple as he messaged Martha that the Doctor needed answers.

"What kind of complication?" The Doctor lifted one eye brow as he thought about Jack's words. The door to the room opened once more and Martha entered with Tom in tow. The Doctor grabbed Jack's hand and Jack wrapped an arm around his shoulder to comfort him.

"Hello Doctor," Tom smiled but the Doctor hid his face.

"Doctor, I know you want answers but you have to listen all right. The reason why your hand isn't better is because during the surgery you stopped breathing. I don't want you to worry though because we are doing everything in our power to figure out what went wrong." Martha told him softly as she placed a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and she removed it with a sigh.

"The outlook on your hand is still good though. I was able to reattach several tendons and even with the little feeling in your hand, I expect that you should get movement back into it. It of course will be limited until we can complete the future surgeries." Tom explained. The Doctor peeked out at him for a moment before hiding his face again.

"How long was I out?" The Doctor asked, his voice muffled by Jack's shirt. He had completely disregarded what Tom had told him and chose to talk to Martha instead.

"You slipped into a coma for a week. This is only the fourth time you have woken up since then." Jack told him softly.

"Third." The Doctor argued.

"I am sorry, but it is the fourth," Martha agreed with Jack.

He didn't answer. Martha was talking to him again but he ignored her. The fact that he was in a coma didn't explain the strange dreams. While he couldn't remember them fully he did remember Susan calling out to him and asking him to join her. He had been tempted to do so, but Jack calling out to him had been stronger. He also remembered Jack standing in the basement with the old TARDISes. He had been trying to decide which one to take. Jack wasn't suppose to be there yet though and he waved him way.

"Doctor are you listening to me?" Martha asked as she tried to get his attention again.

"No," He admitted, looking out of the corner of his eye again. "Jack make them go."

"That was rude." Jack chastised him as he looked apologetically at Martha.

"It's all right. I know it is a lot of information to take in. We will go while you think about it. If you need to talk to me though, I am just going to be in the lab." Martha told the Doctor. She squeezed his shoulder gently before turning to Tom. "If you could assist me in looking at the x-rays?"

"Certainly." Tom's smile came out in his tone.

"Don't bring him back." The Doctor called out after them. He groaned as Jack tapped his arm gently for being rude. Once the door had closed, Jack tried to pull away from the Doctor but the Doctor held on. Realizing he was going to be a pillow again for the night, he sat down on the bed.

"I missed you," Jack told the Doctor as he cuddled him closer. "When you are feeling better I am going to show you just how much I missed you as well." He ran his hand along the Doctor's chin to lift his head a little. The Doctor still needed to shave. Normally the Doctor had a sponge bath with his hair cleaned in the sink. It was too much of a hassle usually to cover his cast and get him into the water. Also majority of the last month he had had a catheter. Martha had said it was fine for him to have a bath with it in, but the Doctor protested. Still Jack wondered if he would like a nice warm bath for a change.

"You need to shave sweetheart," Jack informed him as he voiced his thoughts. "How about you have a nice warm bath to get cleaned up and I can help you to shave."

"Later, I'm comfy," The Doctor grumbled.

"Do you want me to be quiet so you can sleep?" Jack offered.

"No. Will you read to me?" The Doctor asked. Jack picked up the book he had been reading. He had left off where the hero was trapped and he was eager to find out how the man escaped. He flipped to page one though and began to read softly. The two of them could find out what happened together.