The Doctor woke up feeling sick and miserable. He was confused for a moment about the fact that he was no longer restrained and laying on his back. Not that he wanted the restraints back. He hated the restraints and was thankful that he had been released from them, even if he wasn't sure why. He also wasn't sure why he was currently sharing his bed. He was still trembling with cold despite the warm body that was pressed against him from behind. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that it was Jack who had gotten into bed with him. Only Jack would be bold enough to climb into his bed without permission, especially in a hospital. The Doctor thought about complaining, but he really didn't want to give up the small amount of warmth and comfort that Jack's body was providing him.

"Jack?" the Doctor questioned softly. He wasn't completely sure that Jack was awake. He had no qualms about waking him if he was sleeping as he had questions and wanted a cup of tea.

"Yes Doc," Jack answered him immediately. He felt Jack's body shift slightly and he groaned as Jack pressed briefly against his sore bottom.

"Why are you in my bed?" He wondered. He heard Jack sigh. Jack started to sit up and he grabbed on to his arm holding him in place. "I don't want you to leave, I just want to know why?"

"You don't remember?" Jack asked as he settled back down. The Doctor shook his head no. "You woke up feeling sick. We released you so you didn't choke and then when Martha went to restrain you again, you fought against her."

"So you are taking the place of the restraints," The Doctor told him snidely as he accepted Jack's answer. It didn't make complete sense to him, especially because he couldn't remember what happened. Still his head hurt and he felt too sick to argue it at the moment. He would push for more answers later, if he remembered.

"If you would like. I can get out of the bed now if you don't want me here," Jack responded making his tone as condescending sounding as the Doctor's had been. The Doctor finally opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to look at Jack. The movement made him feel temporarily worse as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He gripped Jack's arm even tighter as he let his head fall back onto the pillow.

"You can stay for now," he informed Jack as he closed his eyes again. Even though, he had just woken up, he found that he just wanted to go back to sleep. He didn't even want the tea anymore unless it was laced with the bitterness that the drug provided. He licked his lips as he could almost taste the bitterness on his tongue. He had always found the bitterness pleasant when it was mixed with sugar, though, he gagged the first time he just drank it with water. He soon got use to the taste and now he craved it. He wanted it more than he wanted to be out of the hospital room at the moment, even if leaving the hospital was the only was he was going to get his hands on more of the drugs.

"Have you ever taken drugs Jack?" the Doctor wondered softly as he found that he couldn't go back to sleep.

"It doesn't matter if I have," Jack answered him.

"If you have taken them then you know what I am feeling. Why are you making me suffer, Jack? You can help me to feel better. All I need is just a small amount of the bag. Martha doesn't have to know that you gave it to me. I promise I won't tell her" the Doctor begged, taking Jack's reply as a yes. Even if Jack had told him no, he wasn't sure that he would believe him. Jack sighed.

"No," Jack replied automatically.

"Why not?" The Doctor questioned him.

"Because even if I have taken drugs and detoxed in the past. Even if I do know how unpleasant what you are going through is it doesn't mean that I am going to help you get ahold of the drugs in order to feel better. Once you are clean again, you will be able to see how much the drugs were ruining your life," Jack explained. Jack saw the clear look of disgust on the Doctor's face and he was sure if the Doctor's eyes were open he would be being glared at.

"You don't know what I went through to get that last bag," The Doctor hissed at him.

"Actually I am pretty sure I do know and I am sorry that happened to you. I wish you would have came to us prior to that man using your body as payment for the drugs," Jack told him. Jack was surprised that the Doctor was able to get any paler as he listened to Jack's words. "Wishing isn't going to change what happened, though. What we need to do now is move forward from it. Martha is going to help your body get clean and back to a correct healthy while. In the meantime, we are going to help your mind heal as well and help you realize that you don't need the drugs."

"I do," The Doctor whined.

"No, you really don't and once you believe that then you will be able to heal and get your life back," Jack told him. The Doctor risked opening his eyes again so that he could look at Jack. Once more a wave of dizziness swept over him, but he fought it so that he could glare at the man laying beside him.

"Once I leave I am never going to come back to see you or Martha again," The Doctor informed him. He was trying to make Jack mad at him, but Jack just smiled at him sadly.

"Then I would know you were back to normal," Jack responded. As much as he had hoped to see the Doctor again over the last two thousand years of his life, he knew the Doctor wasn't a social man and that he didn't look back. Once he left his companions, he moved on and found new ones while the companions tried to have a normal life again. Except what they once considered normal had been shattered due to the wonders of the universe they had been shown. How can you work in a mall at a retail job knowing that you helped save the lives of a small colony of trapped aliens on another planet by helping the Doctor transport them millions of miles before rebuilding their homes? You couldn't put that on a job application and if you did who would believe you. Jack had found his place by working for UNIT and helping to keep an eye out on past companions. Though, through the years he was beginning to wonder if he was the only one who kept watch over them.

"Bugger off," The Doctor told him. Jack started to move again, but the Doctor continued to hold firmly onto his arm.

"I can't leave if you don't let me go." Jack pulled harder on his arm and the Doctor let out a small whimper. He held on to Jack with all the strength that he had so as not to lose the tiny bit of warmth and comfort he had found. Jack gave in after a moment and cuddled closer to the ailing Time Lord. "Next time you tell me to bugger off, you better mean it."

"I will," The Doctor growled. Jack squeezed the bridge between his nose as he counted to ten. He would be happy when the Doctor was back to normal as these mood swings were really starting to make his head hurt.