Jack woke the next morning, tangled in the arms of the man he loved. He kissed the young Welsh man softly on the head as he thought briefly of getting out of the warm bed. They had spent most of the night making love with Jack holding Ianto tightly to him as their bodies moved as one. His body might have been with Ianto but his mind was with the Time Lord down in the cells. He was worried about how still the Doctor was and how easily they had managed to break him. If he had been healthy in mind, he would have seen through Jack's attempts but thanks to the Master he had allowed himself to be easily tricked.
He gently kissed the man one last time as he made the decision to get out of bed. Carefully, so as not to wake the sleeping man, he untangled himself out of his sleeping lover's arms. He tucked the blanket back up to Ianto's neck making sure he was comfortable still before leaving him. He made his way to the shower first, washing their combined sweat and Ianto's cum off his body before dressing for the day. He then made his way up the ladder into his office and then down the stairs to the hub. Going over to the CCTV computer he could see that the Doctor had eventually fallen asleep. He was laying sprawled on his back now with one hand rested on his stomach and the other thrown to the side. His head was turned to the side with his mouth slightly open. It took a long moment for Jack to see his chest rising and falling steadily.
After confirming to himself that the Doctor was all right, Jack forced himself to turn away. There was still about another hour before Ianto needed to be up and the others would start arriving at the hub, in the meantime, there was work that he needed to do. First, he went up to the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. It wasn't as good as Ianto's coffee but it would do while he checked on the rift reports. He then scrolled through the news to make sure there was nothing that would need Torchwood's assistance. With the basic necessities done, he laid out the work that needed to be completed by his team for the day. As he was finishing, Ianto stumbled sleepily to the kitchen to start his own coffee and shortly after the hub door opened with Mickey and Martha arriving. Martha immediately made her way over to the CCTV staring at the sleeping man.
"How is he this morning?" Martha asked without looking away from the screen.
"He has been asleep since I woke up and I didn't want to wake him quite yet. I figured he doesn't need to be anywhere so he can sleep for as long as he needs to," Jack informed her.
"Despite no longer being on the IV, he still needs his medications. I would also like to remove the catheter from his body so that he can use the loo on his own," Martha advised Jack.
"We both know he was upset last night Martha, and I don't know when he was able to fall asleep. Would it really be detrimental to his health if we let him sleep for a couple more hours?" Jack wondered on the Time Lord's behalf.
"No, but if he isn't awake by ten, I would like your assistance in waking him," Martha stated.
"Fine," Jack agreed. It was only six in the morning now, which gave the Doctor another four hours to sleep. Together they turned away from the monitors going into the meeting room. The night had been slow but Jack still had several projects to pass out including another sighting of fish driving a sports car. The police thought the woman who reported it had been drunk but Jack knew better as he two had seen the aliens. They were going to have to contact the community to give them a warning about interacting with humans while not in disguise. Gwen could handle that though and Mickey could handle the one artifact that came through last night. Sending them out into the field, Jack remained behind with Martha and Ianto working quietly.
By nine the Doctor was beginning to wake. It was subtle at first as he turned his head to the side rubbing his face on the mattress. He opened his eyes briefly lifting his head before letting it fall back to the mattress. He then rolled on his side as his eyes drifted closed once more. With him waking, Jack went up to the kitchen to make him a cup of tea. Martha retrieved her medical bag and together the two of them headed down to the cells. Jack unlocked the door, standing just outside of it as Martha went inside to greet the Doctor.
"How are you feeling this morning?" Martha wondered. Her response was a brief roll of his eyes as he pulled himself to sit slumped against the cell wall. "I know it was a stupid question as you probably feel pretty lousy. I am going to run a brief examination just to make sure that nothing new is wrong. Then I have an injection I can give you to help you feel a little better before I remove the catheter. Finally, I think that Jack has a nice hot cup of tea for you that would go down nicely."
"Can I have the tea first?" the Doctor wondered.
"Of course," Martha agreed. Jack stepped into the cell briefly to hand the Doctor his tea. The Doctor took it, taking a long drink. He couldn't help but hum his pleasure at the hot sweet liquid. It was exactly what he needed to wake up a little more even if his stomach tried to immediately reject the liquid. He gagged handing the tea back to Martha as he closed his eyes against the nausea. Martha reached out rubbing his arm softly. "Just breathe, Doc. I know the nausea isn't nice but don't worry it will pass." The Doctor nodded, immediately wishing he wouldn't have as he swallowed hard. He tried to breathe steadily until he felt his stomach relax and he was thankful that he had managed not to be sick. He reluctantly gave up on his tea as he leaned miserably against the wall. He felt too sick to care as Martha checked his eyes, ears, mouth, and throat. She felt the lymph nodes in his throat then pulled out her stethoscope to listen to his hearts. He didn't comment as he noticed her let the stethoscope drift a too low to be still listening for his hearts. She then had him lay back. She gently palpated his abdomen then warned him before pulling his trousers down to just below his groin. He gripped the blankets tightly as she carefully maneuvered the tube out of his body. The tube gone, she helped him fix his pants. He watched on as she reached into her bag pulling out a syringe and a small vial of medication. She filled the syringe.
"Sharp pinch," Martha warned him. He didn't react as she inserted the needle into the top of his bare thigh emptying the contents. She placed a plaster over the injection site then helped him to fix his trousers. "There now. Give the medication a little while to start working but it should help you to start feeling better soon. Now is there any questions you have before I leave you for a little while?"
"Martha, am I pregnant?" the Doctor asked her quietly.
"When you first came here, I did find a viable fetus in your abdomen. I am not sure if it will make it through you withdrawing but if it does we can discuss your options at that time," Martha advised him.
"There is nothing to discuss. I don't want it and even if you don't have access to the TARDIS there is still a pill I can take that will allow my body to expel the fetus," the Doctor informed her his voice never rising or showing any emotion despite his words.
"That is one option, but if the fetus survives you detoxing there are other options that you can choose besides abortion," Martha answered him.
"There is no other option. I am not going to raise the child and I can't give it up for adoption because even a half Time Lord child would be in danger in the wrong hands. I am not going to allow the child to suffer because I can't raise it. So, I would like the pill," the Doctor concluded.
"What if there was another option? Like if me and Mickey or even Jack took your child in. Then you would know that your child was safe if you carried it to term," Martha tried. The Doctor looked at her curiously. His head was pounding and he still felt a little nauseous despite the medicine he had been given. All he wanted to do was to close his eyes and rest, not lay here arguing about a choice regarding his body that should be his alone.
"Gallifreyans were a long-lived race and the baby would still be considered a child at the age of 90, long after you and Mickey had passed on. And Jack doesn't want my child. He has a life of his own and he doesn't need a baby weighing him down. Besides even if the fetus survives the initial detox, there is no guarantee that it will be able to be carried until it is full term. Then there is a lifetime of problems that come from being exposed to drugs in the womb. The best thing for everyone is to end the pregnancy now so that the child doesn't have to suffer," the Doctor stated.
"I will get you the pill," Jack finally spoke up from the door. Even if he understood the Doctor's reasoning, it still hurt him to know that the Doctor wasn't going to carry the child to term. Still, the Doctor was right and it was his choice. Going up to the autopsy room, he got into the medicine cabinet. He found a small bottle of pills pulling one of them out. He got a small cup of water and took the two of them back to the Doctor. He tried to keep his face blank as he handed the Doctor the pill and the water. The Doctor though looked at him curiously as he accepted them. He didn't hesitate as he put the pill in his mouth swallowing it with a sip of water.
"We will be back later to check on you," Martha advised him as Jack turned walking quickly out of the cell. The Doctor watched them go waiting until the door was closed and locked. Alone in his cell again, he set the cup of water next to his tea. Going to the toilet, he made sure that his back was to the camera as he pulled himself out to relieve himself. As he did, he maneuvered the pill from out of between his fingers where he had hidden it. Something in Jack's eyes had stopped him from taking it, but he was angry at the Captain and wanted him to hurt as well. He dropped the pill into the toilet and flushed it down. Not looking at the camera, he returned to his bed, once more curling onto his side as he tried not to think about his decision.