Even if she wasn't officially admitted, Imogen spent most of the next couple of days curled up with the Doctor while she recovered from her cold. She didn't even get out of bed with him as Martha ran through the Doctor's twice-daily stretches to strengthen his arms and leg. Instead, she chose to cuddle by his good side as she watched Martha help him and tried her best to stay out of the way. Martha didn't try to get her to leave either because it was obvious that having her there was good for both of them. Imogen was calmer with her daddy and didn't cry nearly as often as when she was left with Gwen or Tosh while sick. The Doctor also wasn't as depressed with his child near, allowing Martha to help him and actually putting in the effort to try to move his injured side so that he could take care of his children properly again.

"If you continue to show signs of improvement, I am going to see about releasing you from the medi-bay in the next day or two," Martha informed him as she finished checking his vitals.

"I still won't be able to walk or move around on my own," the Doctor complained.

"I can help you walk," Imogen spoke up and the Doctor smiled at her.

"I know you can sweetie, but daddy is too heavy for you to try to hold up while he walks," the Doctor explained.

"Papa can help too," Imogen answered determinedly. She didn't like the medi-bay very much even if the Doctor was in it and wanted him out.

"He can but I think it would be easier on both your daddy and your papa if he used a wheelchair for now," Martha suggested to Imogen. The Doctor's face immediately scrunched in unhappiness at the idea but didn't argue it. Martha was right and it was the best thing for him to use if he wanted out of the medi-bay and to be able to move around the TARDIS and the hub on his own again. It didn't mean he had to like it and he was determined not to stay in it for any longer than he had to.

"It would have to be electric at first as I can't move the wheels on my own unless I want to go in circles. Then once my legs get stronger I can use crutches to get around until I am able to walk again on my own," the Doctor told her.

"You are going to have to use a walker before you can use crutches especially with the weakness in your arm," Martha advised him calmly which just resulted in him making another face at her. She sighed. "I really wish you would stop making me feel like the bad guy when I am just trying to help you get back on your feet so that you can run again and can take care of your family."

"I'm sorry," the Doctor told her sincerely. He pulled his bad arm over, linking his fingers together as he stared at her with what he hoped was a look that he was interested in what she had to say. "You were saying."

"That I am happy you are feeling better and if you don't stop I am going to sneak pears into your lunch," Martha teased him. She laughed as his face filled with horror.

"Jack wouldn't let you do that to me," he argued her.

"Sure of that are you?" Martha wondered and the Doctor nodded. "I really don't understand your aversion to pears. They can be delicious if they are baked into cobblers or by themselves."

"Don't listen to her Immy. Pears are horrible and when you get old enough I will teach you how to throw them into a supernova in order to get rid of them," the Doctor informed his daughter. Martha knew the Doctor wasn't kidding about throwing them in a supernova. She had personally witnessed him buy a crate from a vendor and take them on to the TARDIS with him. Later, he had then stood chucking them out of the TARDIS door into the sun as he explained how evil pears were and how he had failed on more than one occasion to rid the universe of them. She had informed him at the time that she like pears only to be told that was nonsense and no one really liked them. She had let it go after that only bringing up his hatred of pears to tease him.

"If you don't want pears, then what would you like for lunch?" Martha questioned.

"Chips," the Doctor answered immediately.

"You're worse than a child sometimes with your food choices," Martha sighed. She made a notation on his chart then left him alone. Going to the hub, she informed Jack that the Doctor was ready for his afternoon meal and that she would be stepping out for a few hours to try to find him a wheelchair. Jack was surprised at the Doctor's willingness to use a wheelchair but understood that he wanted the freedom to move around on his own again. The Time Lord was a very social man and being trapped in the medi-bay alone most of the time had to be one of his versions of hell.

"You can take the rest of the day to get the wheelchair and then go spend time with Mickey. I will run the Doctor through his stretches tonight," Jack instructed. Martha looked at him suspiciously but it had been a while since she had a date night with Mickey. Jack watched on from his office as she spoke briefly to Mickey than the two of them left for the day. He waited until they were gone before dismissing the rest of his team as well. The rift had been quiet and he saw no reason to keep them at the hub. No one argued as they bid him goodbye as they took off leaving him alone in the hub with his family. He made lunch for everyone, choosing to do a variety of small sandwiches, crisps, fruit and veggies. He put it all on a tray setting them on the table in the hub by the couch. He made the Doctor a cup of tea and him as well as the children a chocolate peanut butter and banana milkshake. For himself, he just had a cup of coffee. Kui'la and Grey promised to behave for a moment while he went to get their sister and father.

"I'm breaking you out," Jack told the Doctor upon entering the medi-bay.

"Martha will just make you bring me back," the Doctor informed Jack calmly.

"Martha has gone home for the day," Jack answered as he scooped the Doctor up into his arms. The Doctor smiled broadly as he was carried out of the medi-bay to where his family was waiting. He wasn't able to lean forward yet to grab his own food but Jack didn't mind helping him and kept a constant eye on him without being overly attentive. It was a fine line but he seemed to be doing a good job of achieving it as the Doctor didn't complain while he ate his fair share of their meal as he laughed with his family. Jack was never sure where the Doctor put all the food but was happy to see him eating as he finished off his milkshake and two cups of tea along with his meal.

"I've been thinking," the Doctor stated as he finished eating.

"Oh?" Jack questioned.

"Once I am released from the medi-bay, I would like to look at houses with you and maybe we can find a place that the five of us can live comfortably in." Jack's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the Doctor's words. For the last four years, he had been trying to convince the Doctor that living in a home with their children could be nice but the Time Lord flat out refused stating that the TARDIS was his home and that there was nowhere safer for them. While Jack agreed, he had always hoped silently that the Doctor would one day change his mind, even if he didn't expect him to.

"As happy as I am to hear that, I need to know if that is what you really want and you aren't just making the decision because you are injured," Jack responded.

"I was thinking about it before my injury and while the injury did help me make up my mind, it isn't the only reason. I want a place that is just ours where I can raise our children with you. The TARDIS will always be my home but unless I lock her doors anyone can come in any time they are in Torchwood. Having a home away from here would allow both of us to step away from all this and spend time as a family without having to wait for the others to leave," the Doctor explained logically.

"I will start making a list of homes that would be comfortable for us to live in," Jack answered. He already had been looking and had a shortlist of homes that the Doctor could possibly be comfortable living in. All of them had spacious floor plans with large windows and large gardens for their children to play in and the Doctor to run in. He had no illusions that the Time Lord would ever be completely domestic, even if he loved his family. So, having the open space would give him plenty of room to move around and hopefully keep him from getting to restless in between trips on the TARDIS.

"I want to help you pick out the home," The Doctor stated firmly.

"And furnish it? Careful there Doc, or others might start thinking you're domesticated," Jack teased him. The Doctor rolled his eyes tossing the last bite of his sandwich at Jack. Jack caught it with ease and proceeded to place the last bite into his own mouth.

"That was gross, papa," Kui'la informed him as she watched him eat it before turning to look at the Doctor. "Can we get a dog after we move?"

"We'll see," The Doctor answered. He wasn't big on keeping pets as he usually didn't have time for them and they had such short life spans compared to his own. They didn't have pets on Gallifrey either and the Doctor didn't keep any on the TARDIS unless you counted K-9.

"We're getting a dog," Kui'la squealed excitedly which got Imogen and Grey excited as well.

"Guess whose domestic?" Jack sang softly.

"You can shut up," the Doctor responded irritated that he couldn't leave the conversation. He grew even more irritated when all Jack did was laugh at him. Reminding himself, he loved his ape of a husband he listened as his children talked excitedly of what kind of dog they wanted.