As Jack listened he couldn't help but notice the changes that the Doctor made to the story. While Jack clearly remembered the gas-mask zombies that had tried to kill them all, the Doctor told her about the sick people who needed his help. A bomb still tried to destroy the vehicle that the prince had and in the end, the handsome man and his companion saved the prince. Jack still remembered watching the Doctor dance with Rose as even then he was jealous of Jack flirting with her. In his story, however, he danced the night away with the handsome prince.

"Tell another, daddy," Imogen requested as he finally went quiet. She was no longer holding on to him with both hands but had her thumb in her mouth as she rested.

"Not right now, Kui'la. Daddy needs to sleep," The Doctor told her with a yawn.

"Please, daddy," she begged looking up at him with tear-filled eyes. He shook his head no as he yawned again. His eyes were already being to drift closed and he didn't think that he could keep them open long enough to tell her another story even if he wanted to. Hearing footsteps he looked towards the door to see Francine coming into the medi-bay.

"I don't want visitors," He informed her rudely as he forced his eyes back open a crack.

"Then it is a good thing I'm not coming to see you but my new grandchildren," Francine told him, unphased by his rudeness. The Doctor rolled his eyes not arguing her any further as he snuggled down into his blankets as he continued to hold his baby close. Despite her protest, he soon was sleeping soundly with her in his arms. She laid there contently as she watched Francine cooing over the twins on the other side of the medi-bay. While she was positive that it was her new siblings that Francine was talking to, she wasn't sure why she wasn't allowed to see them yet. She watched on wearily as Francine came over to Jack.

"I can't believe how tiny they are," Francine informed him.

"I know. They seem even smaller then Imogen was at birth even if they weigh slightly more than she did," Jack agreed. As hard as it was for him to see the twins, he was having an easier time accepting that they would live then he had with Imogen because she was living proof that they could overcome their premature births. He was thankful every day that she had survived and was a happy healthy little girl. While they still weren't sure if Imogen would have any further complications as she grew from starting so early, she amazed them every day with how far she had come. He reached out for her and she ignored him as she continued to hold on tightly to the Doctor with one arm.

"She is growing so quickly that it is hard to believe that she was ever that small," Francine commented and Jack nodded his agreement. "Alright sweetie, it is time for lunch. Come to grandma."

"I want to stay with daddy," Imogen cried, gripping him tightly as Francine tried to lift her off of his chest. "Daddy," She cried louder as she lost her grip on him.

"It's alright, Imogen. You can see daddy again soon," Jack promised her. She cried harder struggling in Francine's arms as she tried to get back to the Doctor.

"Go with Grandma," The Doctor mumbled as he was awoken by her crying. As much as he wanted to spend time with his daughter and comfort her, he was tired. His stomach was also beginning to hurt despite the painkillers in his system. Rather than complain, though, he just wanted to return to the oblivion that sleep brought.

"Daddy," she tried again. He smiled weakly at her, before rolling onto his side with a short groan. He felt the bed shift as Jack joined him on it, wrapping his arm around him. The Doctor leaned back as far as he could, feeling Jack's warm body against his back. He sighed as he pulled Jack's arm across his chest and Jack kissed him softly on the back of the head.

"Sleep now, I've got you," Jack informed him softly as he drifted off once more. He wasn't sure how long he slept for before he woke up to a horrible pain deep within his abdomen. It felt as if someone had reached into his stomach and was twisting it deep within. Yet, looking down, he could see nothing that could be causing the pain or the tightness in his muscles.

"Jack something's wrong," The Doctor groaned as he curled his arms across his abdomen and tried to curl his body into itself.

"What's the matter?" Jack questioned in concern standing up from the chair beside the bed. He had taken a short nap with the Doctor but had made the decision to move to the chair when the Doctor decided to sleep the afternoon away.

"My stomach. It really hurts," The Doctor complained trying to curl into himself as a cramp gripped his stomach. He felt as if he were going to get sick while his stomach felt like it was trying to rip itself in two.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, help is coming," Jack reassured the Doctor as he hit the call button beside the Doctor's bed. Erin rushed over to assist as Martha ran into the room having been alerted by the TARDIS that the Doctor needed help. She rushed over to the Doctor's side taking in the fact that he was practically writhing in pain as she approached. She glanced quickly at the monitor as the information changed.

"Jack help me get him onto his back so I can examine him properly," Martha snapped. "Erin, go wake the others. I needed them scrubbed up and in the clean room within the next ten minutes." Martha ordered. Erin rushed out of the room as Jack looked at her in concern.

"What is wrong with him?" He questioned. He tried to get the Doctor onto his back like Martha requested but the Doctor was fighting him, trying desperately to remain curled.

"He is bleeding into his stomach again," Martha explained. He had bled into his stomach the last time he gave birth as well as his body tried to reject the uterus since it was no longer needed. She had been prepared for it to happen again as she performed the C-section but he had been fine following the procedure. Running over to the cupboard she grabbed a clean syringe as well as a vial of medicine.

"Doctor, I need you to try to relax. I am going to take you into surgery in just a moment but I am going to give you a small dose of a sedative beforehand to help you relax," Martha informed him, filling the syringe. She injected it directly into the IV. He looked at her with bloodshot eyes as he continued to refuse to uncurl.

"Take it all this time," He gasped at her understanding what was happening. He couldn't go through this again. He didn't want to ever get pregnant again while in this body and have to watch his children suffer.

"I will, I promise," Martha agreed. She got him ready to move as he slowly uncurled from himself. Jack took his hand and he gripped it tightly as Martha felt along his stomach.

"Stop," He complained swiping at her half-heartedly with his free hand. Martha didn't listen as the other doctor's rushed in. Leaving Hannah in charge they wheeled the Doctor towards the sterile room. Martha hung back for just a moment waiting until the door was closed before turning to Jack.

"I agree with the Doctor that it is in his best interest to remove his ability to get pregnant. I just need to know if this is something that he has discussed prior with you or is this a decision he made due to the pain?" Martha questioned.

"We discussed it priorly and I was going to look into contraceptives once he was feeling better," Jack informed her. Martha nodded.

"We'll take good care of him, Jack," she reassured Jack before rushing to join her colleagues in the sterile room. Not quite sure if he believed her, Jack stared at the door closing behind her. Taking a deep breath, he said a silent prayer for his husband before moving to the other side of the medi-bay to help Hannah monitor his children. The least he could do was to be there for them at the moment.