With just the two of them in the room and no one touching his skin anymore, the Doctor grew visibly agitated. He rubbed his head on the pillow as he tried to move his body. He couldn't move enough with the restraints to satisfy what the aphrodisiac was making him crave. A whimper escaped followed by another. With his hands restrained, he wasn't able to touch himself to bring relief so he turned his attention to the only other person in the room.
"Please Jack," he panted. Jack just stared at him. The last thing he wanted to do was take advantage of the drugged Time Lord. There was a time he wanted more than anything to get into those tight black trousers he used to wear. Even then, he wouldn't stoop so low as to drug the man to accomplish his dreams. So rather than offer him the satisfaction he craved, he instead decided to try to pry for more answers.
"I will help you, but first you have to tell me why you thought he needed to punish you. Weren't you punished enough aboard the Valiant?" Jack questioned him.
"It wasn't enough. I didn't learn," the Doctor whined.
"What do you mean that you didn't learn?" Jack asked. The Doctor groaned but he was obviously growing desperate. He didn't hesitate before beginning to speak again.
"I thought I was the Time Lord Victorious," the Doctor panted. "The laws of the universe were mine. I killed people. Destroyed a woman's legacy. I couldn't stop until the Master agreed to stop me. Please, Jack. Please." Jack was still curious, but he no longer wanted to make the Doctor suffer. He wasn't willing to take advantage of the man, though, so instead, he leaned forward and removed the restraint from the Doctor's wrist. As soon as his hand was free the Doctor reached under the blanket taking his cock into his hand. He didn't care that Jack was in the room or watching him as his hand slid quickly up and down. Within a short time, he let out a deep groan as he found his release all over his stomach, and the inside of the blanket. He let himself go, letting his hand fall once more to the side and not fighting as Jack restrained it once more to the bed.
"Feeling better?" Jack wondered.
"Yeah," the Doctor sighed. "I sleep now."
"Go ahead and rest," Jack told him. He stood up, lifting the blanket up from the Doctor's chest being careful not to drag the semen down his body as he removed it. The Doctor didn't care as he let his eyes drift closed. Jack bundled the blanket up, placing it in the laundry basket. He then got a clean flannel and took it over to the sink. He wet it with warm water going back over to the Doctor. He carefully cleaned the drying semen from the Doctor's body as the Time Lord's breathing evened out. He threw the flannel in the basket as well before going to the cupboard. He pulled out a clean blanket and a clean towel. He dried the Doctor off then covered him with the blanket making him comfortable while he slept.
Jack had just sat down again when he heard Martha returning. Glancing up, he was relieved to see that she had a bottle of whiskey and a tall glass in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. She handed him both and he ignored the glass for a moment in order to take a long drink from the bottle. He then poured himself almost a full glass. He offered Martha a drink, not surprised when she declined. Unlike him, she didn't drink when on duty and if she did she was unable to sober up as quickly as he could. He shrugged as he took another drink before finally putting on the lid and setting the bottle aside. He picked up the glass watching as Martha ran through the Doctor's vitals.
"Did anything happen while I was gone?" Martha questioned as she listened to the Doctor's hearts. She could see that his erection had faded for now and was curious about how that happened.
"I found out he thinks he was a killer and asked the Master to help stop him," Jack stated. Martha didn't seem surprised by the information as she continued to examine the Doctor. He was stable and breathing evenly in his sleep. Jack didn't offer if he had helped relieve the Doctor's problem and she didn't ask as she took a seat in the chair across from him.
"In the morning, I am going to have to write up a report to send up to UNIT about our findings and what the Doctor has told us. I have enough that I could send it now but I need to know what are we going to do about the baby?" Jack asked curiously.
"Unfortunately, I can't make the fetus my concern right now. If the fetus survives the withdrawal from drugs, it could still cause a lifetime of problems. So right now, my focus will be on helping the Doctor make it through the initial stages of withdrawal and helping him to get back on his feet. After, if he is still pregnant, we will discuss his options," Martha explained. Jack nodded that he heard her even if he didn't like it. He didn't understand it, but from the moment he saw the heartbeat on the monitor, he had felt a strong need to protect the fetus. He wasn't going to let it become just a number in the Doctor's head or a problem that could be resolved by a pill.
"I'm going to get my laptop and start on my report," Jack told her. He stood leaving for just a moment. He returned just as quickly taking a seat again. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the bed as he rested his laptop on his legs. The autopsy room was quiet as he began working on his reports and Martha wrote out her own reports on her laptop from her office. She was a quicker typer than him, so he received her report before he could finish his own. He read it over, then attached it to his files sending them off to UNIT. Before he could close his email, he received a reply. They had secured the Master in a high-security wing with several guards who would be watching him at all times. He had yet to talk to them but they would try again in the morning.
"You didn't mention he is pregnant," Jack commented as he closed out of his email and shut the laptop.
"I thought it was best to use discretion on the matter at the moment. He is unable to provide his consent to us releasing his medical information and he still has the right to privacy," Martha answered.
"That's alright, I didn't either," Jack replied. Martha smiled at him and he smiled back. Opening his laptop again, he tried to distract himself until the Doctor once more needed him.