Chapter 9: Convalescent Canoodling

"Rose? Rose. Rosie?" The Captain's voice filtered through Rose's dreams and he could feel a gentle hand rubbing her shoulder.

"Mm? Wha-?" she muttered, confused at why the Captain might be rousing her like this. Her eyes snapped open. He was leaning over her, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. She realised she was in the med bay and laying on one of the patient beds. For a moment she thought something bad must have happened to her and she'd become ill. That was until a split second later and the recent events came flooding back to her. "I'm awake."

"Good. Because the Doctor is starting to wake up too. And I'm sure he'd like to see you."

Swinging her legs over the bedside, Rose realised she had been covered with a blanket. Jack must have done that for her. She wondered how long she had been out.

"How is he?" Rose asked, as she went to the Doctor. He was still on his side and when she got a look at his face, he still looked pretty much asleep to her. She could see Jack had left the nasal canola, so he was receiving oxygen and the drip was going into him still, but it looked like the bag had been changed over. He still had the hospital gown on, but had a sheet pulled to his waist, so his bottom was no longer on view.

"I can't say he's out of the woods, until I run a few more checks. I'll be able to do that when he's more awake and responsive. From what I have been able to monitor, he seems to be doing better though. It may take him a fair amount of time to recover properly, so the more he rests the better. I noticed his heart rates going up minutely and that he'd started to stir a moment ago, so I'm sure it won't be long until he's awake. We can gauge how he is and run the tests, see if he'll eat something and let him get back to sleep again."

"Okay," she accepted, taking a spot on the bed next to the Doctor. She held his hand, as he woke slowly. He was grumbling a bit and starting to wriggle. She put her hand on his face, to caress him. "Hey there. You're alright. Its time to wake up now, sleepy head," she coaxed him back to awareness, softly.

"Rose?" he responded, though he hadn't opened his eyes yet.

"Yes, it's me. I'm here. Open your eyes and you'll see that I'm here. Come on." She squeezed his hand and leant over him. His eye lids lifted lazily and he blinked a few times. "Hello."

"'lo," he answered to the blurry pink and yellow shape in his vision. His mouth felt dry and sandpapery. All of a sudden it washed with saliva though, as something in his gut pulled and he retched.

"Doctor?" Rose worried, but then yellow bile erupted from and slid down his chin.

"Woah, okay," Jack was prepared for this eventuality and had a receptacle ready, he held it to the Doctor's mouth and controlled the bed, so that it was angled upward. The Doctor threw up again—properly this time. Rose rubbed his back for him. She looked at Jack, concerned. "This is likely a side-effect from the anesthesia. I'll get him an anti-emetic." He left Rose to watch over the Doctor and catch his vomit, as the Time Lord's body contorted and expelled its contents.

"Shh, you're gonna be okay. Captain Jack is getting you something to help." The ex-time agent drew up a new drug and injected it into the drips reservoir. The Doctor had anticipated the symptom and had informed his companion of what to do, should it arise. This medication was safe. He didn't bother with the antidote either, as the anesthesia had to have nearly run its course. "There we go, Doctor. That should begin to help soon."

The Doctor threw up a few more times, before there seemed to be any effect. Jack wiped the Time Lord's face clean and Rose went round the other side of him again, so she could lay on the bed behind him, in a comforting spoon.

"You're gonna be okay," she said.

"Can you tell me how you're feeling, Doc?" Jack asked, checking the Time Lord's pulse.

"Bleurgh," the Doctor answered, sticking out his tongue.

"I'll bet," Jack chuckled at the Time Lord's slight antics. "That anti-emetic seems to be working better now though. How's your tummy feeling?"

"Sore."

"Sore from throwing up, or sore from something else?"

"Throwing up. I think, maybe. I don't know," the Time Lord admitted. "I don't feel well."

"Don't worry. You're still recovering. You're probably best going back to sleep. I think we'll forgo having anything to eat just yet. You've still got nutrient going in anyway. I just want to check you over a bit and then I'll let you rest some more." Jack took the stethoscope from where it hung around his neck.

"Did you find out what's wrong?" the Doctor asked. He felt retched, but he was pretty sure it was different kind of retched to whatever he had experienced prior to being put asleep.

"We believe so. We also believe we've stopped the problem. I need to make sure though, so I need to run my tests, alright?"

"Alright," the Doctor relented and Rose gave him a peck on the cheek, for being compliant, when he was clearly feeling so poorly.

The Captain first listened to the Doctor's chest, opening the hospital gown to do so. He got Rose to move out, so he could auscultate from the back as well.

"Just take nice deep breaths for me? In... And out." The Doctor complied, letting the Captain press the cold piece of equipment to his skin and listen to him intimately. He was happy when it was over though and Rose moved in, getting under the sheet too, to hug him again. He murmured contentedly, as she snuggled with him and praised his efforts. Jack's clipboard was back and he scribbled some things down on it.

The next thing Jack did was wrap the blood pressure cuff around the Doctor's arm. The velcro was loud and spiked a pain in the Doctor's head. Jack saw him wince. "Have you got a headache, Doctor?" he questioned.

"A bit."

"I'll sort out some more of your pain killer, in a moment. Let me just finish getting this recording," Jack spoke, pumping the cuff tight around the Time Lord's bicep, with the stethoscope's bell pressed to the area as well. Slowly, it loosened again around the muscle. Jack wrote down the recording, before putting a dose of Tortinol into the drip's feed as well.

There was a strangely shaped plastic bottle set aside and Jack showed it to the Doctor. "I want you to see if you can pee in this. I still haven't tested your urine and I bet its building up in there now, with all that fluid we've put in you."

"Yeah," the Doctor agreed.

"You can just stay where you are. I'll pass it under the sheet for you." The Doctor accepted the bottle and reached under his gown, holding his dick to it. The Doctor sighed as he relieved himself and the steady stream of liquid could be heard filling and sloshing inside the plastic container.

"Well done, Doc," Jack congratulated the effort. He must have really needed to go, to use the bed bottle straight away, with company present. Though, the Doctor blushed, as he handed the full receptacle of his urine back to the Captain. Jack didn't mind though. He took Doctor's hands and rubbed them down, one by one, with some anti-bacterial wipes. Then he took the urine over to the bench. Emptying some of the waste into a sample pot, he then put it into the bio-analysis machine, setting that to run and disposed of the rest.

After washing his hands, Jack got some of the equipment he had set aside ready, for when the Doctor woke. He snapped rubber gloves on and proceeded to tighten a strap around the Doctor's bare arm, so he had a bared vein with which to extract blood from the Doctor. Rose held the Time Lord tight, as Jack stuck the needle into the Doctor and extracted a vial full.

"Good boy," Rose whispered into the Doctor's ear. She wasn't too fond of needles herself, so didn't watch the process herself. But she congratulated her Time Lord for subjecting to it, even if it was easier for him. In fact, she knew it was a fetish of his. She put her hand on his hip, squeezing and then trailed down over his waist and to his groin, to see how he'd respond. The Doctor's breath became slightly faster, as she rubbed him through the fabric of his gown. He had began to harden significantly by the time Jack came back from running the blood into the analysis machine.

"Rose," the Captain got her attention. "I'm gonna need you to step out, while I take his temperature."

Rose moved out from where she'd spooned behind the Doctor, under the sheet and just sat on the end of the bed. They still hadn't sourced another type of thermometer, but no one really minded this. Jack moved the sheet down, so he could see the Time Lord's bottom, as the gown left it exposed. He parted the Time Lord's cheeks. His anus bore no sign of the trials it had been put through. Jack squirted some lube onto his rubbery fingers and massaged them around the Doctor's hole.

He was surprised that the Doctor groaned and tensed. Jack hoped the nausea wasn't coming back again, or that the Doctor wasn't recalling the events of having been scoped. He didn't think it would be something the Doctor would remember, considering how drugged he'd been. But it was possible the memories could come back to him. It was also feasible that, even if his mind didn't recollect the events, his body would and be trying to protect him. "You're okay," the Captain soothed. "I'm only putting a thermometer in you. That's all."

Jack pushed the instrument's tip against his ass hole and began easing the thin tube into the Doctor's rectum. The Doctor squirmed and cried out. "Sh, sh, sh, sh," Jack attempted to calm his friend, clapping a hand to the Gallifreyan's hip, rubbing gently and soothingly. "That's going to need to stay in there a few minutes. I need you to behave and accept it. Rose, can you make sure he doesn't expel it?" Rose nodded and made to hold the long device in place.

Jack then went back round to the Doctor's front and informed him, he was going to check his abdomen. Jack put fresh gloves on and began trussing the front of the Doctor's gown up. "Oh. Okay," Jack started and seeing the Time Lord's member, thick and hard. Although, really, why should the Captain have been surprised?

The real question was what they were going to do about the Doctor's reaction, while he was bedridden and in his companions' care. The Doctor was smirking cheekily and it was clear what he wanted to do.

First things came first though and that was the matter of the Doctor's health. Jack was professional, as he placed his hands on the Doctor's belly. "Tell me if you feel any pain."

Jack could feel tension in the muscles leftover from the puking episode and the Time Lord seemed a little uncomfortable and tender, but there were no signs of him being in real pain, or anything untoward going on. However, Jack wanted to do a couple of scans to be sure.

He took a couple of images with the ultrasound, squeezing the goo onto the Doctor's skin and pressing in with his probe. Then as extra precaution, he used his vortex manipulators working function to play its blue light over the affected area of the Time Lord's abdomen. There were signs of the energy having been there, namely the thickening of the bowel, where the filament had been used. Everything looked good though. "Let's see what that temperature is at?" Jack asked of Rose, who remained curled up behind the Doctor.

"Okay, Captain," she dragged the rectal thermometer out from between her lover's cheeks, then held it up to inspect. "Seventeen degrees," Rose read, concerned that is was still high.

"Doctor?" The immortal addressed the Gallifreyan. "Do you know how long it will be before you body normalises?"

"A few days. Maybe a week."

"Okay. Is there anything you need us to do for you, other than allow you rest and ensure you've got enough nutrients going in?"

"Yeah."

"What is that?"

"A hand job would be nice." The Captain spluttered. He never imagined he'd be hearing these words from the same man who'd said, 'Buy me drink first.' Even as the Doctor had said it though, he sounded tired and worn out. Jack weighed up the options.

"If we sort you out, will you go straight off to sleep?

"Yeah, I'm quite tired."

"We know." Rose rubbed her lover's shoulder in sympathy.

"Okay, this will be a special treat, because you're such a unique patient, with extra needs." Jack put some gel on his gloves and then took hold of the Doctor's shaft. The Time Lord moaned. "Just relax and enjoy the treatment." He caressed the Doctor's dick and began to slowly pump on it. Rose leant over the Doctor's shoulder and watched the display. She wanted to provide him with satisfaction as well and starting unpinning the front of the Doctor's gown. She then reached her hands in and smoothed them over his chest.

"Mm, Rose," he spoke, encouraging her to touch him as well. Seeking his nipples, she tweaked them, sending sparks that pooled in his abdomen and twitched his cock in the immortal's hands.

The Captain was moving fist over fist, providing friction and gelled rubbery slick. A trickling of pre-cum had began to spill from his slit. "Ah, Captain!" the Time Lord cried out, as the immortal leant right down and licked the salty juices of his labours. Rose stuck her fingers into the Doctor's mouth, effectively gagging him, as he was forced to suck on them and be silenced. He didn't mind, as Rose was still using one hand to play with his nipples and was had also begun nuzzling and nibbling gently at his neck. She ran her tongue up to suck on his earlobe, stopping to whisper at his ear.

"Don't you have a naughty nurse there?" she teased the Doctor, who couldn't answer, only buck his hips, to thrust deeper into the immortal's wet cavern. Jack had both hands around the Doctor's length and was mouthing the head, sucking delightedly and taking it down into his throat. The Doctor was still groggy and his companions undoing him like this was almost too much to deal with. His cry was muffled by Rose Tyler's hand, as he spilled his seed into Jack Harkness' mouth. The Captain willingly swallowed down everything the Time Lord had to give. Jack then tucked the garment back over the softening cock and pulled the sheet up. The Doctor's eyes closed and his breathing was evening out.

Jack reclined the bed, so the Doctor lay mostly flat again.

"When you wake up again, hopefully the anesthesia's effect will have cleared completely and we can get some proper food into you. Just sleep now."

The Doctor was feeling much better the next time he came around. Albeit, still under the weather. Jack went through all the tests again and although the Doctor was showing signs of improvement, he still needed to rest, in order to keep heading in that direction.

The Doctor needed to be eating plenty, so they started him out on a bannana milkshake, which excited the Doctor and he guzzled it down. His companions were surprised he didn't make himself sick again. Jack and Rose took turns preparing meals for the Doctor, to keep his strength up, in the times he was awake.

Sometimes, he seemed so tired with very little energy to spare and went to sleep almost straight after eating. Other times he seemed full of energy and wanted to get up and do things. It became a fine-balancing keeping him in-line and making sure he didn't over-exert himself. He succeeded in getting out of bed once when they weren't watching, dragging the IV pole behind him and knocking it over, as he became dizzy, They found him collapsed on the floor, feeling sorry for himself. As gently as possible, they guided him back to bed, checking that he was alright and tucking him in again. It was too early into the energy re-assimilation process, for him to mobilise like that.

The companions took to remaining in the med bay for most of the time, taking the extra beds in there. Leaving only to visit the bathroom, or prepare food. Once or twice, Jack checked up on the TARDIS, in the console room. But everything seemed to be running smoothly with her and they were still drifting, undisturbed. They were able to apply all their energies to making sure the Doctor was being looked after, to the best of their both mortal and immortal efforts.

Being bedridden was boring and he grew fidgety, resorting to such behaviour as playing with the bed controls, riding the mechanism up and down and raising the foot to the point he'd nearly folded himself in half and his companions had to come fix it for him. Or, more worryingly, picking at the tape holding the IV in place. He was frustrated that his companions made him stay in bed. So, short of tying him down, they had to find creative ways of keeping him there and entertained.

"Are you going to be a good patient for me, John?" Rose inquired. She was dressed in the white authorial coat again, but this time she had absolutely nothing on underneath. The Doctor could only stutter as she got up onto the bed, crawling over him. "Developed a stutter, have we? I can fix that." She kissed him deeply on the lips.

"I can be good, for you, Doctor Tyler," he confessed, when their lips parted.

"Oh really. And what about for your nurse?" she asked. Jack had sourced a rubber nurse's costume from the wardrobe room and was standing at the Doctor's bedside. He too, leant down and kissed the Doctor. Using plenty of tongue. Their lips clashed for several moments, then broke apart so the patient could give his answer.

"Yes, I can be good for him too."

"That's what we like to hear," said Rose, as she straddled her lover, who'd been stripped completely naked. Rubbing her wet pussy along his hardened shaft sent whimpers spilling from the Time Lord.

She caressed his fuzzy sideburns and then his earlobes, as Jack began working the Doctor's nipples from the bedside. Rolling his thumb around them and giving them playful pinches, once he'd coaxed them to harden and perk, independent from the Gallifreyan's narrow chest. "First I'm going to apply an initial treatment for that oral fixation of yours," she informed and gave him her breasts to suckle. He reached up with his hands, giving them gentle squeezes that made Rose moan, on top of the sensation he delivered to one nipple at a time, with that talented mouth of his. She pulled away though. "And now, we'll give you something more substantial to suck on."

Jack took his cue and got up on the bed too. He crouched over the Doctor's head and put his balls to the Doctor's lips.

"Open wide, Mister Smith," Jack insisted. The Doctor popped his mouth around each of Jack's smooth testicles, licking them. Then Jack withdrew the contact and instead fed the Doctor his throbbing erection. The Doctor's lips puckered easily around the head and he lavished it with his tongue, making the immortal groan.

"I can see your penis is going to need some medical attention too, John." Rose stated. "Don't worry, I have just the thing for that." She held his cock and guided it into her, as she lowered herself onto it. The Time Lord moaned around a mouthful of Jack, as he enjoyed filling his lover and she got used to his impressive size. She was so tight and wet around him. Jack thrust his dick deeper into the Doctor's oral cavity, as Rose started to move up and down. All three of them were crying out, though the Doctor's vocalisations were muffled.

Rose started to yell cursed swears as she rode the Time Lord's long erection hard and fast, panting at how he stretched her inside. Jolting on him, her breasts bounced up and down, slapping against her sweaty skin.

She was tempted to stick something in his ass too, but he was feeling particularly delicate about that area since the scope. At one stage he'd woken in a fevered sweat after experiencing a related nightmare. He had been sure there was a snake sliding into his body, slithering deeper and deeper inside him. That it was going to rip right through and kill him. She and Jack had to calm him, wiping his head with a damp cloth and assuring that he was empty and nothing was going to harm him.

So undoubtedly, they were leaving his bum alone for the time being, but for the purposes of recording the status of his temperature. It seemed to be mostly back to normal now though. Allowing them to routinely probe his bum acted as a kind of exposure therapy however, so he was becoming less afraid and effected by the trauma, as he recalled it in increased vividness.

Instead of touching his ass, she chose to simply watch her lover take the 'nurse's' girth deep into his throat and started to touch her clit. Rubbing it, for all her might, she reached a body-melting orgasm. It had her crying out in earnest and clamping around the Doctor's length inside her. The Doctor near choked on Jack, with the intense sensation.

Jack came undone what with seeing his Rosie lose herself like that and spilt himself into the Doctor, thrusting one more time, before releasing the Doctor from the oral fuck. The Time Lord could taste Jack's salty cum and smacked his lips, appreciating the flavour. That did Rose again and she came a second time before sliding herself back off the Doctor. She then bent down and sucked her own cum from his shaft until his own rush of secretion mixed with it in her mouth, as he roared his completion. Then he was cleaned up again, covered over and allowed to sleep, peacefully, as his body chemistry settled.

After just over a week of being cared for in this manner, the Doctor fully recovered. Though he might have milked his companion's willingness to take care of him in those last few days, just a bit. His body chemistry had stablised and he could safely say his regeneration sickness was completely gone, no longer dealing with any kind of convalescence. Jack and Rose were happy to see the Time Lord better, though they quickly realised he was always going be particularly manic and energised, in this incarnation at least.

He was excited to finally leave the med bay and return to the console room. And more happy to see that the TARDIS had fully assimilated the rift energy also. She was ready to take the Doctor and his companions onward, through space and time, to their next adventure.

THE END