Upon arriving back at Torchwood, Jack carefully carried the Doctor down to the autopsy room. Despite his anger, he was gentle as he lowered the still sleeping Time Lord carefully onto the bed. The Doctor looked peaceful while he was sleeping but they had no idea what would happen when he began to wake from the sedatives that he had received. Jack hated to leave him but he had to help the others get the TARDIS down so that Rhys could return the truck. So, he ran off briefly to join Ianto, Mickey, Rhys in taking the TARDIS into the hub. They moved it into the corner of the hub where it would be out of the way but still easily accessible if they needed her.

"Are you coming home for a few hours?" Rhys asked Gwen from where she sat by the rift manipulator. Gwen glanced at Jack who shook his head no.

"Not yet but I will be home tonight. I promise," Gwen told him. She stood going over to her husband kissing him softly on the lips.

"I'll hold you to that," Rhy answered with a quick side glance at Jack. Jack didn't respond as he didn't know what the day would bring. Not only did they have the rift to deal with, they still had weevils to keep track of and now they had to sort out the Time Lord as well as submit paperwork to UNIT about his rescue and care. They also had to submit a report about any abuse they found on his body as well as his state of mind upon waking. All that information would be used to help build a case against the Master in order to keep him imprisoned as long as possible.

He gave permission for Gwen to take a break as she showed her husband out of the hub before returning to the Doctor's side. While he had been gone, Martha had taken a vial of blood as well as ran through his vitals to make sure that he was still stable. He was holding his own, though, so she did little while she waited for Jack's return. Once he was back, they worked together to strip the Doctor of his clothing leaving him in his pants. They looked for any indication of abuse from the Master but found little they could prove beyond the needle marks that lined the crook of his arms. Martha took pictures of the puncture marks in order to add them to his file.

"Do we want to restrain him now, or wait until he wakes up?" Jack wondered.

"My heart says to wait but we need to think about this logically. The Master has been drugging him and we don't know what his mental state will be upon waking. We also both know that he is strong and he could easily overpower both of us if he wanted to," Martha responded.

"I don't like it, but your right. Let's restrain him. I will also have Ianto set up one of the cells in case we need to move him there while he withdrawals," Jack agreed. He left her side briefly to retrieve the restraints. They attached them to the bed then gave the Doctor a sponge bath in order to make him comfortable and dressed him in a pair of pajamas before beginning to restrain him to the bed. They attached the restraints to the Doctor's ankles at the bottom and his wrists at the middle keeping them at his sides. She then placed the third restraint across his abdomen that would stop him from sitting up.

"Do you want me to take the vial of blood to the TARDIS while we wait?" Jack asked once they had the Doctor properly restrained. Martha shook her head no.

"I'll do it. I know her medical equipment and can get answers faster if I go myself. Can you keep an eye on him while I am gone?" Martha wondered.

"Of course. While you're up there will you please ask Ianto to set up the last cell in case we need to move the Doctor down there," Jack requested.

"Anything else?" Martha asked.

"Not at the moment." Jack watched her disappear up the steps and around the corner. Once she was out of hearing range he turned his attention back to the Doctor. "I don't understand it, Doc. We spent a year in hell with him and yet you still allowed yourself to be tricked by him." He sighed as the Time Lord slept on unaware of the turmoil that his friends were feeling. He waited quietly just watching the Doctor breathe until Martha returned to his side. She flopped down in the chair beside Jack, looking defeated as she looked at the Doctor. "It's that bad?"

"He has a few drugs in his system besides the sedative I gave him including an aphrodisiac, an antibiotic, a painkiller, and something that the TARDIS called felvɪjomi. She said that it is a powerful drug that causes euphoric effects. She also said that withdrawing from it is difficult because most people don't want to lose the feeling. There is a medication that I can give him to make it easier but I have to wait until some of the other drugs clear his system before I can give it to him," Martha explained.

"Why was he given an antibiotic and a painkiller?" Jack wondered and Martha shrugged.

"That's another question we can ask and if he doesn't have an answer we can question the Master about," Martha answered calmly.

"I'd rather just put a bullet through his hearts," Jack seethed. Martha didn't answer as there was no point. She understood Jack's anger but killing the Master wouldn't change what happened to them during that horrible year or what was happening to the Doctor now. They were just going to have to rely on UNIT to keep the Master contained while they helped the Doctor back to his feet.

They both sat quietly lost in their thoughts as another hour passed. It was at the end of that hour that the Doctor started to wake. It was easy to miss at first as he tried to lift one of his arms then finding he couldn't tried the other. He didn't seem concerned as he tried to lift his feet also finding them restrained to the bed. His brow furrowed briefly in confusion as his eyes opened slowly. His eyes mirrored the confusion upon realizing he wasn't laying in the hotel room like he thought instead in a room that he had never seen before.

"Doctor, it's alright now. You're safe," Martha informed him softly. The Doctor opened his eyes upon hearing her voice. He lifted his head looking around the autopsy room, on purposely avoiding looking directly at Martha as he took in where he was. He glanced briefly at Jack before another soft moan escaped and he let his head fall back to the pillows.

"Oh, you stupid apes," he mumbled softly.

"Excuse me. We just saved your ass from the Master, again. The least you could do is show us a little gratitude," Jack snapped at him.

"I didn't need saving," the Doctor informed them.

"The Master was drugging you and then taking advantage of your weakened state to do with your body as he pleased." The Doctor's eyes closed briefly at her words but other than that he didn't look surprised by the information.

"I know, I gave him permission to."