Chapter 7: The Medics' Reward and Complications
Rose beckoned the Captain to follow her, to her own bathroom, aboard the ship. He willingly followed.
"Undress," Rose instructed to him, once he was standing in the en-suite with her. He immediately disrobed himself of the hospital gown. It fell to the tiled floor, as he toed of his shoes and socks. Already, they had both peeled off their rubber gloves. "That was an unselfish act you performed today, 'Nurse Harkness.'" The ex-time agent quickly realised they were still role playing. "Such a deed should be rewarded, don't you think?"
"Are you offering me a reward, doctor?" he questioned. Already his cock was becoming heavy again, at the thought of what she might have in store for him.
"In good time. First you and I need to wash up, I think. Step into my shower. I am going to make sure you're clean and then you'll do the same for your superior."
Jack walked into the stall, that was more than large enough for two people. There were even two separate shower heads. He wondered if she and the Doctor ever showered in here together. He turned on the water flow. One bonus about the TARDIS, was that the water was always instantly warm. "Get yourself nice and wet." Jack stepped under the spray and let the water drip down, washing the sweat from his body.
Rose took longer to strip, slipping the white coat off her body and then fiddling with intricate undergarments. He could study her shapely form better now and even more so, as her corset eventually popped away to reveal her breasts. No longer pushed up and together, they looked no less stunning in their natural condition. So round and just the right size to grab a handful of and still have some to spare. Her circular areolae were a pale colour with dusky pink nipples perking out in the middle, like bullseyes, which he knew exactly how best to target. She leant down and removed her heels and her tits fell away from her body, as she did, like thick droplets of honey. She unclasped her suspenders next and rolled the stockings down the luscious curved muscle of her legs, toned from running with the Doctor. Lastly, those crotchless panties came off, not that they were doing much there in the first place. Jack marveled seeing his Rosie's naked form, in full, for the very first time. She was beautiful and sexy. His member was swelling with just the sight. A trifle of jealousy dawned in him that the Doctor got to enjoy such a body on frequent occasions.
Rose moaned as she stepped under the vacant shower head, joining the Captain and enjoying the spray. She soaked herself all over, before reaching out for a bottle of shower gel. It was cherry-vanilla scented and she squirted a generous dollop into her palm. She shut the water supply off. "I've got to make sure my staff are clean," she said and slapped the cool liquid onto his hairless chest.
Jack shuddered, but then relaxed, as she began to lather him, with the substance and his skin warmed again under her delicate touch. She washed his muscled abs and his chest, rolling over his nipples, that sparked further arousal into his cock and the pit of his stomach. She moved her hands up into his hair and gave that a scrub, digging her nails in to part the fine strands and moving her finger pads in massaging circles on his scalp. He closed his eyes and moaned with the sensation and his dick became stiffer still. She lathered across his limbs and got him to turn around, so she could do his back. She squirted further liquid in a line down his spine that dribbled down between the crack of his ass. as Rose washed the Captain's back, she smoothed diligently with her palms, feeling tension over his shoulder blades. She worked all the knots out for him, before sliding her hands down to rest on his butt. He groaned, as Rose Tyler cleansed and kneaded his cheeks.
"You're one dirty nurse," she told him. "Bend over, so I can clean you properly." Jack pressed his palms on the glass wall of the cubicle and leant forward. Rose put a hand between his thighs and got him to part his legs to a wider stance. "I need to be sure anyone working for me has an acceptable standard of hygiene," she spoke, parting his cheeks, she pushed a soapy finger against his asshole. "This is normal conduct." She slipped the digit inside, making the immortal whine. Rose probed the single finger deeply, moving it in and out of his accepting hole, before finding his prostate and massaging it. The Captain gasped, just about losing his footing. Rose put a hand on his hip, to help support him, as she pushed her finger in and out of the Captains ass in continual thrusts. She added another finger, but slowed her pace, teasing frustrated whines out of him. A third finger went in and she enjoyed sliding them in and out of her friend's crack and his splutters of,
"Doctor Tyler!"
"You were so good for me today Nurse. You worked hard and we have to get all the muck off you. I'm just going to give you a rinse now." Rose withdrew her hand, making Jack sigh in frustration. She turned the water back on, and put the shower head in her hand, spraying down the Captain's strong back. She parted his cheeks again and let the water wash the suds away from between them. "Turn around," she told him. He complied and she rinsed the warm water over his front and through his hair. She shut the water off again and reached for the gel again. This time she squirted directly onto his junk. He twitched responsively. "I need to make sure your tool is thoroughly sterilised after the procedure it was used for today."
"Yeah," Jack agreed, picturing again, himself boning the Time Lord's consensual rump. He'd been tightly restrained, with his legs spread in the air, unable to move, while the Captain moved in and out of his body with an unstoppable rhythm. As these images became fresh in his mind once more, Rose started to rub her hands on him, lathering his dick and balls, making his manhood smell of cherry-vanilla and encouraging the blood flow through his engorged shaft. He imagined her hand was the Doctor's rectum, squeezing tight and cool around him. It wasn't long before he came.
"There's my good nurse," she cooed to him, as his white seed shot over his stomach and pleasure overwhelmed him, from his head to his toes. Rose then took the shower head again and rinsed him completely clean, spraying it upward over his plumbing and getting the spunk off him. "I expect you to help me get clean too now, Harkness." Rose passed him the bottle of gel.
Jack grinned and started to coat her in suds. Hands in her bleached locks, that had darkened with damp, her curls had diminished and he washed the product away. Awarding her the same treatment she'd granted him, the Captain smoothed his digits into her muscle, working away any tension, before starting on the rest of her body. He particularly enjoying rubbing the substance around and over her ample breasts. Her nipples stood out between his fingers, so he brushed over those too and gave them a tweaking. She responded with a grunt of frustration and arching her pelvis towards him.
"Is there any other services you require of me, Doctor Tyler?"
"Are you angling for a pay raise?" she feigned shock and suspicion.
"Nothing wrong with that, is there?" Jack stated, reaching for the shower head and beginning to rinse her over. He wasn't going to fuck her though, he thought. Unsure about how such an act would go down, with her lover not present. Besides, he didn't have a condom on him. He'd been in costume without pockets. His usual clothes held an entire stash, but he'd left those in the wardrobe room, before this all began. He wasn't sure if the couple would even have condoms to use of their own, or if his old room was had been kept within the ship. However, this didn't mean he and Rose couldn't still play around—as she'd already proved on him.
"Depends on your angle," she decided, pressing into his body with hers. Their faces just inches apart. Breath heavy. But the ex-con artist just grinned, as the Londoner cried out. He had deftly moved the water flow down between them and flow upwards between her legs, getting her ass and cunt. In a particularly cunning move however, he covered the shower head with his hand, so the spray collected into a much thicker stream, which he shot directly at her clitoris. Rose went cross-eyed with the sudden pleasure and wrapped a leg around him. The Captain made sure they weren't going to slip at all and that his hand was rinsed, before pushing a finger up into her tight pussy. The Londoner bit her lower lip and bucked up on him, gripping his shoulders and urging the immortal on. Slowly he pushed in and out of her, teasing whimpers and further heavy breathing from his Rosie. Then he added a second finger, pumping them into her, as he stimulated her clit with the water.
"That was fine doctoring you did for Mister John Smith today, Doctor Tyler." He complemented her efforts.
"Yeah!" She equally agreed and responded to the physical ministrations, as he curled and thrust part of his hand inside her, quickly.
"You have quite the talent for making your patients feel good. I want to make you feel good too, doctor." Jack circled the spray around her nubular collection of nerve endings and pumped his fingers as hard and deep and fast as could get, making his Rosie whine increasingly louder, before punishing her clit directly and completely with the jet of water again. Wrapping her arms around the Captain tightly, she arched into him, holding on for dear life, as she rode through a deep and shuddering orgasm that left her gasping and panting for breath.
"You can definitely have a pay rise!" she exclaimed, as soon as physically possible. Jack just laughed in the deep booming way he so often does and they rinsed off again.
After enjoying a long steamy hot shower together with the Captain and helping to scrub each other clean, Rose wrapped fluffy towels around her head and body, she looked in the mirror and realised her make-up really needed to be sorted out. It had mostly washed away with sweat and the shower, so she removed it completely and then used a deep facial scrub to cleanse the pores. Her room was handy to the ensuite bathroom, so next she went immediately to her personal dresser and pulled out some clean comfy clothes from home. Then, plopping herself onto her large bed, she took the time to blow-dry her hair. Feeling very relaxed, but tired out from the day's previous activities, she enjoyed giving herself a thorough pampering on top.
Jack, on the other hand, had a longer way to fetch his clothes and was passing the med bay on his way back to the wardrobe room, when he heard groaning. He decided to quickly pop in on the Doctor and just check that he was sleeping soundly. It was common knowledge, between his companions, that the Gallifreyan was prone to nightmares. The Captain wanted to make sure his friend was getting the proper rest his body needed. He still had a towel wrapped around his waist, when he swaggered on into the med bay again. Usually he liked to air dry completely, but he didn't know how that would be received aboard the TARDIS. His team at the hub only barely put up with it. Perhaps his half-naked body would be a welcoming enough sight for the Time Lord to wake to.
When he turned up the lights above the Time Lord's bed however, Jack's stomach flipped. The Doctor was slightly curled in on himself, shivering and sweating. His eyes were closed, but not in peaceful sleep, as he panted out, with gritted teeth. What his friend was currently experiencing was no nightmare.
"Christ! Doc?" Jack exclaimed at the sight before him. He found the alarm and clicked it, to set of the cloister bells and get Rose to come. "Doc? Can you hear me?" Jack needed to know the level of his friend's consciousness. "Doc? Doctor?" Panicked tones laced his voice.
"Jack? It hurts," the Doctor responded. His voice quiet and pained.
"Where does it hurt?" the ex-time agency field medic asked, immediately.
"My gut. Ow. Jack?" Jack peeled back the blankets and noticed that the Doctor's hands were wrapped loosely around his midriff. He pulled the covers down further. For a moment, worry overtook him, that he was going to find blood pooled between his legs or something equally as worrisome. He breathed a sigh of relief that the bed-sheets were clean, if a little sweat-soaked.
"Can you describe the pain? Is it dull or sharp? Stabbing, or cramping?"
"S'like... cramp, but... feels hot. Jack, where's... Rose?"
"She's coming," Jack assured and pushed back the Time Lord's fringe with his hand. It had grown increasingly spiky with perspiration, making him appear child-like. With worry, he noted the Doctor was feeling warm. A sure sign something was wrong. He went to grab a thermometer, finding only the rectal type. It would suffice. He piled some other equipment onto the trolley and returned to the Doctor with it. "I need to take your temperature. Do you think you can get more on your side for me?"
"Don't wanna... move."
"Okay," the Captain reluctantly accepted and breathed a sigh. "We can wait for Rose."
In the meantime, he stripped the blankets back completely, to help cool the Doctor off and placed the pulse ox monitor on the Doctor's finger. The numbers came up, showing elevated heart rates, which were in line with him experiencing pain. His oxygen saturation was also a little low. There was an emergency oxygen feed next to the bed and he attached it to a nasal canola, hooking it around the Doctor's ears and below his nose. "Is it alright if I put my hands on your abdomen?"
"No touching," the Doctor whined, in fear of further pain.
"I need to find out where the pain is coming from. When you say your gut hurts, are you experiencing any pain in either your groin, or your rectum?" Jack worried that they had somehow caused this. It wouldn't be the first time one of the Captain's sexual escapades had ended up going wrong and causing trouble. He had thought they'd been safe though. Their equipment was clean and they'd used so much lubricant.
Rose heard the Doctor's moaning upon entering the room. She was clean and dried off and had put on a comfortable dress and leggings. She wasn't sure why the cloister bells would be going off and headed first to the empty console room, before turning heel and darting for the med bay.
She saw that the Captain was naked, but for a towel tucked around his manhood and was crouched over the Time Lord's bed. The covers had been pulled right off and the Doctor was still wearing the baggy hospital gown they had given him. The garment was pale, but he looked bone white in contrast. When she took in the Doctor's grimacing facial expression and hunched position, Rose knew immediately that he was hurting.
"What's going on?" she quickly asked.
"I don't know. He's come over with abdominal pain and seems fevered." Jack filled her in. "He won't let me touch him, but he needs his temperature taken and an examination. Help me get him over?" Rose nodded and helped to move him. The Doctor cried out. He didn't want to be on his side.
"You're okay, Doctor. We have to find out your temperature." Jack held the weakening, whimpering, Doctor in position, while Rose donned a rubber medical glove.
The Doctor still had a plug lodged in his bottom and that would have to be removed first. "Just relax, Doctor." Rose gripped its plastic base to ease the toy out of him. The Doctor moaned and sobbed as she told him to push for her, until it came out. "Very good. Well done," she praised. Jack took the used toy from her and next handed her the long thin device.
Applying some gel on her rubber glove, she then separated the Time Lord's ass cheeks. She made sure to coat a fresh new amount of lube to the exposed butt hole. It had clamped tightly shut again almost as soon as it had been emptied. She told him to relax, before slipping the thermometer inside. The Doctor grunted at even that intrusion, feeling particularly sensitive.
"It's going to be alright, Doc," spoke Jack, as he rubbed the Time Lord's shoulder. It would take a few minutes at least to get an accurate recording. In the mean time Rose wanted to try and figure out what had gone wrong.
"I'm going to give you an examination and try find out what's causing the pain, alright?" But he just moaned.
Easing his hands out of the way, she pulled his gown up. His abdomen wasn't showing anything out of the ordinary, upon visual exam. She put her hand on his abdomen. He whimpered that he didn't want it. "I'm just going to have feel of your tummy. It's alright." Exchanging a concerned look with Jack, she began to palpitate his cramped belly.
Though his muscles were tight, Rose couldn't feel anything unusual there either. When she felt into a specific place however, he seemed to experience more pain. She hated hurting him, but they had to find out what was wrong, so it could be fixed. "Jack, pass me the ultrasound? I want to try and get a scan of this area."
The Captain handed Rose the item from the trolley. She had used it on his genitals earlier and knew how to work it. They put some gel on his belly area and then Rose pressed in with the probe. The machine whirred as it took its internal images. The Doctor keened in discomfort and grabbed the pillow tightly. Jack pried his grip away and let him hold his hand instead. That way he'd be able to comfort the Doctor, while also gauging his pain response. And the Time Lord was certainly squeezing the immortal's hand tight.
"Well there's definitely something going on there," Rose annotated, frowning, "In what looks like his bowel. I can't get a clear image though. I'm not sure if there's some kind of perforation, or what?" She turned the monitor to show Jack, hoping he'd have a better idea of what to do.
"Yeah, you're right. That image is no good. Why don't you try again, from the back? And pass me the cuff. I'll check his blood pressure." Jack was a bit stuck, as the Doctor was holding on to the Captain firmly, not letting go. Rose gave the device over and the Captain skillfully fastened and worked it with just one hand free.
"Okay," Rose moved to the other side of the bed, rather than make the Doctor move again. Because the patient gown was an open-backed design, she didn't have to undress him at all. She had a feel around for the painful spot, but it didn't seem as bad from the back. She squirted some gel on anyway and pressed in with the device to get the scan they needed. The Time Lord didn't like having his blood pressure taken, but having the scan done was worse, he writhed on the bed, uncomfortable and distressed.
"Just hold still. I need to get a clear image, Doctor," Rose instructed, putting a hand to his waist and pressing into his back hard with her tool. "Ugh. Its no good. We'll have to try something else." She showed the useless scan to Jack. There was some kind of overexposure.
"The good news is his current blood-pressure doesn't point to a bleed. It is something else."
"Did we cause this, Jack?" Rose voiced the Captain's own concerns.
"I don't see how, but that does seem most likely."
"Maybe, I should give him another rectal exam?"
"If you think that's best," Jack stated. They both felt like they were grasping at straws. Rose eased the thermometer out of the Doctor's rectum and sighed.
"Twenty one point three degrees, Jack?"
"That's rather high." Jack winced. Rose headed over to the treatment area and found some ice packs. She tossed them to Jack, who activated them and placed them on the Doctor's head and body. After a few moments of the therapy, the Time Lord seemed to become slightly more coherent.
"Ah! What're you... doing?" he asked, in time to react to Rose inserting a rubberized finger into him.
"I need to check you here, Doctor," Rose explained, "I know its difficult for you right now, but I need you to try and relax." The Doctor just moaned in response. Forcing past his quivering sphincter, she felt inside his cavity and hunted for abnormalities.
The exam was thorough, as she couldn't allow herself to miss anything. His prostate had shrunk, now so it was unlikely to be that. And there didn't seem to be any tearing that she could feel. When she discovered nothing of consequence, she felt relieved, but also disappointed. At least if she'd found something, they would know what was likely to be ailing the Time Lord and figure out a way to treat him. She withdrew her finger from his ass. It didn't even have so much as a speck of blood on it. "Everything seems okay there. I'm gonna have to look deeper."
Rose picked up the speculum from the trolley. She regarded his tightly cramped muscles. "I think I will give you that injection this time, Doctor." There was a couple of prepared syringes, containing a local muscle relaxant, on the trolley. She used an alcohol wipe on his cheek, swabbing the area she needed to inject. It was only a tiny needle, but the Doctor still muttered a sensitive 'ouch,' when she jabbed it into his butt-cheek. "Sorry, sharp scratch," she warned, as she gave the same treatment to the other side. "We'll just give that a moment to work and then I'll insert the speculum."
As she oiled up the penetrative tool, she was surprised to see tears at her lover's eyes, not really knowing him to cry. It broke her hearts to see. He had been so excited to receive this kind of treatment earlier, but now that he needed it, he was feeling miserable for himself. The best thing to do was just get it over and done with as quickly and efficiently as was safely possible. She put her finger in his hole again, asking him to squeeze on her and feeling that he was now slack. "Okay, Doctor, you're ready now. We'll proceed."
Jack helped the Doctor to move, so he was on his back again, where the Doctor was more comfortable, but bent his legs up, so his knees were against his chest. The Doctor didn't have the strength to hold the position under his own steam, so the Captain assisted him. Rose was glad to have Jack there helping. She might have panicked if she was left to care for the Doctor on her own.
Rose pushed the blunt tip of his device against his anus. "Let me know if anything hurts too much." He wasn't numb, but he had no muscle control. The steel blades went easily through his back passage. He whined, but didn't scream in pain, or anything alarming. "Good boy," she cooed, happy that he was letting her check him out. Inserting the tool to its limit, she opened him as wide as possible and left him like that, while she collected her medical torch.
"Rose! Where are... you?" he called out, sensing her presence had left him again.
"Its alright, Doc." Jack tried to calm the frantic Time Lord. "She's just finding her light, so she can have see inside your bottom and find what the matter is."
"'Kay," the Doctor replied, despite still sounding agitated. He sought the comfort his immortal friend provided and buried himself into Jack's shoulder.
"Sorry, Doctor." Rose apoligised, arriving back at his bedside. "The torch must have fell and rolled under the treatment couch. I've got it now though, so I'm going to take a look inside you. Just keep nice and still. Hug Jack if you need to." The Doctor uncoordinatedly wrapped an arm over Jack. "That's it. Good lad."
Lighting him up inside, she couldn't see anything out of the ordinary either. He seemed fine. There was definitely something wrong with him though. She studied him a bit longer, just to be sure The Doctor tried to writhe with the cramps that wracked him. It interrupted her examination, as Jack had to use his strength to restrain the arching Doctor and make sure he didn't do himself damage. Rose softly shushed him and told him he was doing well, rubbing the back of his thigh, until he had calmed enough to safely continue.
Taking another look into his cavity, she made sure there was nothing obvious that she was missing. But his rectum looked the same as when she'd examined him before. And there had been nothing wrong then either. Rose sighed in frustration. "Whatever this is, its higher up in the bowel. I can't see it, this way." Carefully, she closed the speculum again and gripped it, ready to take out. With some gentle tugging and while his muscles were slack, it came out easily, despite the Time Lord's groaning.
There was a silence, as the three of them contemplated what to do next, penetrated only by the Time Lord's vocalisations of pain.
"Jack." The subdued Doctor quietly got the Captain's attention. "Your space... hopper?" Jack sighed at the suggestion.
"You deactivated it, Doc. I can't use it to leave and find help. And you're in condition to fly the TARDIS. We're on our own."
"I know." Even in his condition, the Doctor managed a halfhearted roll of his eyes. "Other functions... should still be... online. Med scan?"
"Oh, right. Yes! I didn't even think!" Jack smacked himself in the head at his own stupidity. He began to power up the 51st century technology.
"Neither did... I, 'til now," the Doctor admitted. "S'okay."
"I'm not the one with the fever though, Doc," hinted Jack. He aimed his wrist strap towards the Doctor's abdomen for the few seconds it would take. Blue light played over the Time Lord's skin. The software only had the capability to run rudimentary scans, for applying first-aid in the field. He hoped it'd be enough.
Taking the strap away again, he activated its display. A hologram came up to hover in the air above the compact device. Jack quickly isolated the problem area. "That does not look normal."
"Is that the energy?" Rose asked. A concentration of light glowed in a segment deep into the Doctor's intestinal tract.
"It seems to have formed some kind of blockage," Jack guessed. "I'm not sure how that could have happened though. Any ideas, Doc?" He shook the Doctor slightly in his arms. He hated to be asking the Doctor for advice, when he was laid up like this. It wasn't as if there was any other experts on Time Lord anatomy around though. He was trying to keep his eyes open, against the pain and take in the scan results, while shivering and moaning. It was a sorry sight.
"Um, blockage? Yeah." He rubbed his face and took as deep breath as he could manage. "Looks like it. How's that... happened? Shouldn't've happened... Ah, it hurts." The Doctor grimaced and panted through a particularly painful cramp. "Don't... know, sorry."
"It's okay," Jack accepted the Doctor was at a loss as well and was struggling. "Don't worry. We'll find out what's caused this and find a way to sort it."
"Would another enema work? That's for flushing out blockages?" Rose suggested.
"No," the Doctor insisted. "Need the... energy. Jus' not... assimilating it, for some... reason."
"I think we need a closer look at it, so we can figure out how to safely disperse it," commented Jack and tutted, thinking. "Rose, can you hold him? I need to get something from the store." She nodded.
Jack leant the Doctor forward, in order to give himself a gap to move out. The Gallifreyan whined at the movement and loss of the one comfort he had. He reached out an arm, needing the support. Rose quickly took over though, perching herself on the bed, in behind the sickened Time Lord. Jack was then able to fully extricate himself and head to the med bay's main storage unit, in search of some equipment that could aid them.
The Londoner waited with the Doctor, holding his hand and caressing him. She hugged the Doctor to her breast and made sure the ice pack was pressed to his burning forehead, hoping he'd find some relief from that. His ragged breathing was a worry.
"Does the ice feel like its helping, Doctor?"
"Maybe." He was grateful for his companion's embrace. The smooth rise and fall of her chest and her single human heart beat pumped out a reassuring rhythm against his ear. It was slightly fast with her worry for him, but he knew it was still much slower than his own racing binary vascular system at this point.
"What's the pain like, on a scale of one to ten?"
"Ten being... regeneration?"
"I suppose." Rose knew that having yourself literally explode into a completely new person had to the most painful thing for a Time Lord to experience. Even if it was just for a brief amount of time. The pain he was in now seemed a lot more constant.
"Seven?" he guessed, breaking off into a cry of pain. "Ahhhh!" The Doctor arched on the bed and in Rose's arms. She despaired a little, as all she could do was hold him, until the cramp passed. "Make that... an eight." He changed his answer, once he'd caught his breath. He was shaking and clammy and pale and he couldn't go on like this.
"I think I need to go find you something for the pain. What can you take?" Rose went to get up. He cried out with the movement and sobbed again.
"No, please? Please, don't... leave me?"
"You have to let me go and get your drugs, Doctor. Your body can't take this stress."
"Wait 'til... Jack comes. I need... you. Hold... me, please?" The Doctor looked so broken and his eyes pleading, that Rose relented. She held him tight and didn't let go. She hoped that whatever Jack was looking for would assist the Time Lord past this particular nightmare.
"Okay, love. You need to try and breathe deeply though, through your nose and get some oxygen in, alright?" She spoke her condition. He nodded, inhaling a little more slowly and panting less. It would've calmed him more if the cramps were less unrelenting in stealing his breath again.
The Doctor could feel himself shake as the cramps wracked him. He gripped Rose tight, using her to anchor him. He felt like a weakling, caving to pain like this. What would Rose think of him? Her approval was important to him, especially since he'd regenerated and he had to convince her that he was the seem man and every bit as good as his predecessor. He wondered if his ninth incarnation would have dealt with the pain better. Or was this body just that fragile?
A Time Lord was supposed to have more control than this. But he had never been a good Time Lord. And this wasn't a problem any normal Time Lord would usually encounter either. Namely because it wasn't normal practice to have artron energy-fueled bum sex—especially after energy destabilsation caused by regeneration gone wrong. He'd be even more shunned by his species if the knew about this and they were still alive—ridiculed and used as an example, of what a Time Lord should never be. He was a bad Time Lord and he didn't even know what was happening to him. It scared him. He needed Rose for his emotional support, but knew he was worrying her too. The last thing he wanted to do was cause her distress.
When she had suggested leaving to get the drugs, fear had clenched is old hearts. He wanted the pain to go away so badly, but he couldn't handle losing Rose, when he needed her most. When Jack arrived, he'd get the immortal to find some suitable medication, because Rose was right. His weak body couldn't deal with this much torment for an extended period.
Jack finally returned. No longer in just a towel, he was dressed again in fresh scrubs and was carrying a box, with some folded red fabric folded over top—what looked like a second set of the Galifrey-originating garments.
"How's he doing?" Jack chose to ask Rose, rather than the Doctor himself.
"He's in severe pain, Jack. I wanted to find him some drugs, but he wouldn't let me leave him. He seemed to pass out for a moment, with a particularly violent cramp, but he's come back round," Rose answered, feeling like she should have probably gotten the medication for him anyway.
"It's alright. He should probably have someone watching him at all times right now anyway. We can't rule out the potential for further complications." Jack tried to assure her that she had done alright by the Time Lord. The Captain lifted the Doctor's chin, so they were eye to fever-glazed eye. It didn't pass his notice that the Doctor's were looking slightly blood-shot. "Doc, look at me. Are you with me?"
"Uh huh."
"I'm here now, so tell me, is there a drug aboard that is safe for your metabolism and will help with the pain?" Jack tried to be as clear as possible with his question, but the Doctor seemed to faze out a bit anyway.
"What?" he responded belatedly, blinking.
"Painkillers, Doc?"
"No aspirin."
"Yes, we know. I think you're going to need something a bit stronger than that, anyway, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"What can we give you then? What's safe?"
"Um." Furrowing his brow, the Doctor thought—a particularly slow process at the moment, it would seem. It was interrupted by more cramping through which, he managed to gasp, "Tortrinol!"
"Tortrinol?" Jack repeated.
"That's the one," the Doctor confirmed as the stomach-twisting cramp eased off, leaving only the constant hot gut-churning pain.
"I'm not familiar with that drug. Do you have it in the TARDIS drug cabinet?"
"Hope so. S'from... Gallifrey."
"Okay and what's the dosage?" Jack made sure he got the details, while the Doctor was still fairly lucid.
"Two... point six"
"Milliliters? Is it intravenous?"
"Yes."
"Yes to what?" The ex-Time Agency certified field medic needed a definitive answer.
"Both."
"Okay, so that's two point six milliliters Tortrinol into your vein?" the Captain checked one more time. The Doctor screamed though, clutching at his belly and Jack had to wait. it worried Jack that the Doctor seemed to be getting worse. They had to deal with the energy build-up, but they had to make sure the Doctor's pain was managed first.
"Two point six... Tortrinol... injection, stat!" the Doctor barked, once he had the air to do so. He was frustrated how long it was taking to be understood, though the rational part of his brain did tell him that is was important Jack was thorough, when they were dealing with potentially lethal medications.
"Received and understood," Jack clipped and headed to the treatment area, where the drug cabinet was. He scanned the shelves. Nothing with 'Tortrinol' on its label stood out to him, but there were some vials with Gallifreyan script at the top. He grabbed for those. Jack knew the TARDIS didn't normally translate her base language, but she must have been helping him, because when he looked at them for long enough, his eyes drew to one particular vial. After a few moments, the label morphed to read 'Tortrinol' in a swirling text. "Ha!" he cried and fished for a fresh needle from the draw, before returning to the Doctor's bedside.
"Did you find it?" Rose asked anxiously.
"Yup." Jack showed held up the vial for her to see and then drew up the correct dose. "Sharp scratch, Doc," Jack warned. Though, the pain of one needle was nothing compared to anything he was currently experiencing. Thankfully the drugs seemed to be fast-working ones and the Doctor soon sighed, as he finally experienced some relief.
"Is that feeling better, Doctor?" Rose wanted to make sure, that the Doctor sagging in her arms was a good sign. "What's your pain scale?" The Doctor replied that it was now a 'four,' which meant his agony had decreased by half. Jack took the Doctor's blood pressure again and it was actually looking a bit better. None of this meant that the Doctor was out of danger though, just that he was coping with it better.
"We've got to get a closer look at the energy surge to the Doctor's bowels," said Jack. He unclipped and flipped the lid on the box he'd fetched earlier. He'd had to dig quite far back into the ship's medical stores to look for it, but he'd known the Doctor would have one, amogn his array of collected medical paraphernalia, even if it never got used. They'd hopefully be able to operate it though, with limited amateur knowledge, in order to reach an accurate diagnosis of the Doctor's condition. He pulled out a device with a long flexible tube, holding it up for Rose and the Time Lord to see.
The Doctor's stomach flipped at the sight of it.
"No. You're not going to... scope me?"
"I know the technology seems a bit basic and antiquated to you, Doctor. But it should serve as efficient for this matter," responded Jack. "It can allow for us to get an up-close view of the blockage—and access in case we found ourselves having to intervene."
"I don't understand," admitted Rose, looking to the elongated medical tool in the Captain's hand. "What is it?"
"Jack wants to thread that... through me, um... via my... bum hole," the Doctor answered her, looking embarrassed, flushed and sweaty.
"You've taken plenty of things up there though," Rose reminded him. "You're not about to get coy now, are you?"
"This is a bit more... invasive than that," the Doctor elaborated. "It carries more risks. And it can be... painful. You'll probably need to... knock me out for it... too. And I don't tend to do too well... with anesthetics."
"We'll take care of you, Doc," Jack insisted. "It needs to be done."
"Yeah," the Doctor accepted.
"So, you're consenting to let us do this to you then?" Rose checked. She was worried they needed more experience for such a task.
"Jack is probably gonna... have to take over the... anesthesia part... —making sure that I... cope with it. But... I need you... to scope me." The Doctor had directed his gaze to Rose's. He was still breathing quite heavy and his face was in a permanently fixed grimace, even with the lower level of pain—obviously still experiencing cramping, if less violent than before. He gulped, his adam's apple bobbing roughly, before asking, "How steady... are your hands feeling... Rose?"
"Um," started Rose. She held up her palms and turned them over. They were trembling slightly. She took some deep calming breaths though and the they soon stilled.
"That's... gonna have to be... good enough," the Doctor remarked, on short breath.