The second time that he tried to land on the planet the TARDIS fought him. She shook violently as she hummed loudly at him. He had to fight her to get her to land where he wanted her to then make sure that the brakes were all set to keep her from just taking off again. He had put off coming back as long as he could as he was well aware that the drugs weren't good for him. The problem was that as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was already addicted to them. He needed them just to be able to close his eyes at night without hearing the screams of the people that he lost. It didn't matter that he was losing time, he was finally able to get through the day without feeling guilt over his actions in the Time War.

"I won't be long," he promised the TARDIS as he stepped off into the chilly morning air. He wrapped his long coat tightly around himself to try to keep the brisk wind off his cool body. The temperature should not have bugged him, but he didn't think about that as once more he started towards the restaurant on the edge of the city. All he could think about was that his head was hurting more than he ever thought possible and if he didn't get the drugs into his system soon it might actually split in half. He was just thankful that the day was overcast since he didn't think he would be able to deal with the bright sunlight at the moment.

"What are you doing here?" Veronica asked him, visibly paling as he entered the cafe. "I swear that we gave you everything we had the last time you asked."

"I believe you. The problem is that you still tried to drug me. While the Shadow Proclamation and I have decided not to persecute you for attempting to take my life, we are still looking into the matter of the drug that you used. In order to save other unsuspecting individuals from being unknowingly subjected to the drug, we need to know the name of your supplier," The Doctor informed her as he leaned against the wall. He hoped that he just looked bored with her and that she couldn't see how much pain he actually was in.

"I don't know," Veronica lied.

"Do you know what the penalty is for lying to a police inspector," The Doctor growled at her. He was slightly surprised that she was able to pale anymore than she already had as she shuddered from his tone. "Now tell me who gave you the drugs and I will leave."

"I can't tell you that. He will kill me," Veronica replied.

"I might kill you if you don't," the Doctor told her casually as he stood up straight. Veronica took a step back as he took a step forward. He took another step as she backed up into the low wall that separated the entrance from the rest of the cafe. She let out a small squeak of terror as he drew nearer. He didn't even think about it as he raised his hands putting them to her temples. She wasn't the least bit telepathic, so she had no walls to protect her fragile mind from him as he forced his way in looking for the information he wanted. He found the name of her drug dealer as well as his location easily. He released her mind, feeling no remorse as she crumpled to the ground in front of him.

"Next time just answer my questions," He spat. Turning around he headed out of the restaurant.

-DW-

The Doctor was screaming again. His voice was hoarse he still screamed as he fought against the restraints that held him in place. Jack tried his best to calm him down, being called every name the Doctor could think of, for his efforts. Jack knew it was futile to continue trying to calm him down. That didn't stop him, though, as he spoke softly to the Doctor hoping to give him something else to concentrate on rather than the pain he was feeling from the withdraw. He wasn't even sure the Doctor was listening to him as he talked to him about the work they were doing in Cardiff.

"The rift has been usually quiet these past few weeks. We don't know if it is just the calm before the storm, but everyone is taking a much needed break," Jack informed the Doctor.

"I don't care," the Doctor spat as he pulled harder on the restraints. "Just let me the fuck go."

"Gwen especially is glad the rift has slowed down as she just found out she is pregnant," Jack continued as he ignored the Doctor's outburst. "Rhys was weary about her coming to work while pregnant but she isn't going to be allowed to go out into the field again until after the baby is born. She isn't happy about being on light duty even if she understands the reason behind it." He looked up as there was a soft knock on the door. No one ever knocked on the Doctor's door as the nurses as well as Martha came and went from the room as necessary. The door opened as the Brigadier came into the room.

"Hello old chap," the Brigadier said cheerfully even if his eyes were sad as he looked at the Doctor. Martha had debriefed him on the Doctor's condition prior to his coming to the hospital. Just like with Sarah Jane she had advised him to stay away. He couldn't, though, as he had to see for himself the mess the Doctor had gotten himself into.

"Alisator," The Doctor replied in relief. "Thank goodness you are here. You have to order Martha to let me go. She has no right to keep me here against my will."

"I'm afraid I can't do that," the Brigadier responded as he took in the Doctor's apparence. Knowing that the Doctor was dying due to his drug use was completely different than actually seeing it. The Doctor's lithe body was skeletal and the Brigadier tried not to count the number of ribs he could see poking out of the Doctor's chest.

"Why the hell not? You are her boss are you not?" The Doctor questioned.

"I am," the Brigadier replied.

"Then tell her to let me go," The Doctor snipped.

"I may be Martha's boss but here in the hospital she has the right to overrule any decision I make if it is medically in the best interest of her patient. In your case I agree with her that you need to stay here until you are healthy enough to finish your recovery at her home," The Brigadier informed the Doctor. The Doctor narrowed his eyes at his old friend.

"You're as bad as the rest of them. All the times that I saved your life and this is how you thank me. You can leave now," The Doctor spat at him.

"Oi, be nice. Just because you aren't feeling well doesn't give you the right to be mean to the Brigadier or anyone else who is trying to help you. Now apologize," Jack chastisted the Doctor. He knew the Doctor wasn't acting normal due to the drugs withdrawing from his system but he was still getting tired of hearing the Doctor being cruel to everyone who tried to talk to him.

"You apologize first for keeping me here against my will," the Doctor argued happy that Jack was finally willing to fight him.

"I am sorry that we are trying to save your life since you are acting like an ungrateful bastard," Jack hissed at the Doctor.

"Jack prehaps you should step out for a moment," the Brigadier suggested as the Doctor sneered at him.

"Why should I be grateful that you are keeping me here in this room with you? How do I know that you are going to keep your hands to yourself and not try to take advantage of me the minute I let my guard down?" The Doctor questioned snidely. Jack jumped to his feet looking as if the Doctor just slapped him. The Brigadier was worried for a moment that he was going to have to try to restrain Jack but Jack didn't look at the Doctor as he rushed out of the room slamming the door behind him. The door frame rattled causing the clipboard on the back of it to fall to the ground.

"Happy now. From what I understand you have successfully scared off everyone who is trying to help you," the Brigadier told the Doctor. The Doctor glanced at him.

"Not everyone," He replied. The Brigadier shrugged turning to leave the room. As he closed the door behind him he could hear the Doctor screaming hoarsely again as once more he fought against the restraints. The Brigadier felt bad for his old friend even if the Doctor had brought the pain on himself by his drug use. Still, the Doctor could throw his fit if he wanted to. That didn't mean they had to listen to it.