Jack surprised himself by falling asleep. When he awoke the Doctor was still sleeping uneasily. He carefully got off of the bed not wanting to be the center of the Doctor's anger when he finally did wake. Even if the Doctor wanted him to lay down to sleep with him there was no telling if he would still feel that way when he woke up or if he would scream that Jack was trying to take advantage of him again. His mood swings left Jack angry and he didn't like this new Time Lord that had replaced his friend. He just hoped that the Doctor he knew and loved was somewhere in there still. He tenderly fixed the blankets that were covering the Doctor before settling down into his chair. Leaning forward, he rested his arm on the bed and put his hand once more on the Doctor's head. The Doctor groaned turning his head more into Jack's hand as he continued to sleep.
"Rest sweetheart, I'm still here," Jack cooed softly. The Doctor opened his eyes a crack to look at Jack. They were bloodshot and he looked miserable despite sleeping for several hours. He closed them again without comment as he tried to roll onto his sides. The restraints stopped him causing him to groan. He opened his eyes again.
"Can I have a cup of tea?" He questioned.
"Of course," Jack responded. He went into the side kitchen to put the kettle on. While he waited for the water to heat he made the Doctor a small bowl of oatmeal with bananas and chocolate chips in it, hoping to coax him into eating. He then made the Doctor a cup of tea with extra sugar in it. He took them back to the Doctor to find that he was struggling more against the restraints that held him in place. "You're going to hurt yourself if you keep that up. So why don't you lay back and relax."
"I'm in pain and you don't fucking care. Was this your plan all along? Did you just want to torture me while claiming you are trying to help me?" The Doctor hissed at him.
"We are not torturing you and you know it. Just because you are uncomfortable doesn't mean that the entire universe is suddenly out to get you. You have to remember that if you hadn't taken the drugs in the first place you wouldn't be restrained to the bed," Jack informed him unhappy to have the cranky Doctor back.
"Then why are you trying to kill me?" The Doctor questioned. Jack rolled his eyes setting down the Doctor's meal on his bedside table. He flopped into his chair so that he was eye-level with the Doctor before speaking again.
"We are not trying to kill you," Jack told him firmly. The Doctor's eyes narrowed.
"Don't fucking lie to me. If you weren't trying to kill me then you wouldn't be holding me here. Do you want me to regenerate? Would that make you happy?" The Doctor practically yelled.
"Don't be stupid," Jack replied wishing silently that he could have the sleepy Time Lord back. He reached over to hit the call button alerting Martha he needed help.
"I'm stupid now am I? If I am that stupid then maybe I should just regenerate right now," The Doctor seethed. Jack watched on as the Doctor's hand was covered in a golden mist.
"Stop that," Jack snipped. Without thinking about it, he slapped the Doctor's hand. It had the desired effect as the golden light faded. The Doctor went quiet as he stared at him in shock. He opened, then closed his mouth before opening it again at a loss for words. Finally, he looked up at his hand examining it for a moment before he turned back to Jack.
"You hit me," He stammered at last. The door to his room opened and Martha entered looking just as tired as Jack felt. "He hit me."
"He was trying to regenerate," Jack explained before Martha could ask why.
"Because you are torturing me," The Doctor snapped back.
"We are not torturing you," Jack argued.
"Yes, you are," The Doctor retaliated.
"Enough," Martha intervened at last. "I have other patients in this hospital that I need to attend to. I don't have time to stand here and listen to you two argue. Now, Doctor why do you think we are torturing you?"
"I'm hurting and you don't care," The Doctor seethed.
"If I didn't care I wouldn't be here. Now is it still your head that is bothering you?" Martha questioned. The Doctor nodded, wincing slightly at the movement. Martha shook her head. "Besides painkillers is there anything we can do to help your head?"
"What about the warmth of my hand?" Jack questioned.
"That did help a little," The Doctor relented.
"Then I suggest you eat your breakfast and then if you are nice to Jack he might help you to rest again," Martha informed him pulling on a pair of gloves as she did. "While I am in here though I am going to check your stitches and apply the topical again."
"Can you unhook my arm so I can roll on my side?" The Doctor questioned. Martha looked to Jack before answering him. Jack nodded. "I will unrestrain your right side, but only while I examine you." She removed the restraint from both his ankle and his wrist allowing Jack to guide him up onto his side. He was healing well but the skin was still tender and he gripped Jack's arm tightly as she checked his stitches. She applied the soothing cream for him, then moved on to check his legs. The redness was beginning to fade as he body healed the infections thanks to the antibiotics he was receiving. Martha managed to finish her exam without being swore at once. The Doctor didn't even fight her as she restrained him again to the bed, instead choosing to stare up at her with sad eyes.
"It is only for a short time more," Martha reassured him.
"How long?" The Doctor questioned.
"That all depends on you," Martha responded. "Now do you need anything else before I go to tend to my other patients?"
"No," He sighed. Martha left and Jack picked up the Doctor's tea offering him a drink. The Doctor drained half the cup before releasing the straw. He glared at Jack as he was next offered a spoonful of the oatmeal. Reluctantly he took a bite. It was the first solid food he had eaten in awhile and it tasted strange. He didn't like the texture and gagged as he tried to swallow it. He tried again managing to get the bite of food down.
"Do you want to try something else?" Jack wondered taking a bite of the oatmeal for himself. It tasted just fine.
"Not right now," The Doctor moaned the food sitting heavy in his stomach. He closed his eyes willing himself not to be sick over a single spoonful of food. It didn't work. He coughed as his body rejected both the tea and the oatmeal making a mess on the bed. He didn't care as he slumped against it. His throat burned and his head was hurting worse again. He couldn't even bring himself to complain when a nurse came in to change his sheets and give him a sponge bath. He just laid there with his eyes closed feeling sorry for himself until once more he was left alone with Jack.
"It'll be alright," Jack whispered laying his hand upon his head. The Doctor didn't open his eyes or respond. He wanted to cry, to scream about the pain he had caused himself. Except he couldn't. He just laid there feeling numb and wondering if he even deserved the care he was receiving. He was the last of the Time Lords but he didn't deserve to be called the Doctor. He was nothing more than a nameless.