His bloody T-shirt was draped over the arm of a large chair. Rose sat, yawning, considering going to bed. Tory sat, too, on a small stool by the Captain's bed, reading a newspaper from the 1980's with curiousity. A faint groan made her look up.
"Jack?" she asked gently. His eyes opened in panic.
"Wha..?" he asked, his shock fading. He was wearing a looser T-shirt, hiding the bandages. He sighed, relaxing. Rose stood up, her legs stiff and tired.
"Y'alright?" she asked. "I mean..." she paused in thought.
"Yeah." he smiled weakly, his face pale against his ruffled hair, stuck with blood in some places. "Apart from my new phobia of geckos." he laughed quietly.
"They are quite scary, creepy little eyes..." Tory considered. "Makes sense..."
There was a silence that settled over the room, until the Doctor came in (totally ruining the dramatic effect) and grinned.
"Right, they've fixed the Neurontali. They had a rat problem, apparantly..." he smiled, holding up a small white rodent, pink eyes wide with confusion.
"Aww..." Tory smiled, stroking it. It sniffed her and climbed onto her shoulder.
"A.. rat...?" Rose asked, staring at it.
"Yeah, sorry, they were gonna kill it..." he looked at the small, white furred animal and it stared back, its pink nose twitching curiously.
"We can just leave it in a pet shop somewhere, later..." Tory decided, looking around the room and finiding a large cage, leaving it there.
"Right, Earth, I'm guessing. The only place I can think of that has pet shops would eat him, so that's probably best... I'll head off." the Doctor paused to glance at Jack, sleeping quietly.
"He was awake earlier, guess he's just tired..." Rose said quietly.
"That's best, just let him rest, I think." he nodded, leaving the room. Rose followed him. Tory sat back in her chair, switching her MP3 player back on and reading the old newspaper.