"What do you mean you have no name?" Jack wondered.
"I don't deserve a name," The Doctor answered. Jack breathed a sigh of relief leaning back in his chair.
"Oh good you're just pouting then," Jack replied receiving a glare from the Time Lord. He had been worried for a moment that the seizures were affecting the Doctor's memories or worse. He didn't think he could handle any more surprises at the moment so the fact that the Doctor was just feeling sorry for himself was actually a relief. The Doctor didn't answer him as he rolled on his side to face away from Jack. The movement made him feel nauseous and he swallowed several times trying to will himself not to be sick. His stomach, though, burned with pain. He tried to curl up into himself as shudders wracked his body.
"Jack, bucket," He barely managed to whimper before it was too late. Jack thankfully was still paying attention to him. He hurried around the bed with a bucket in his hand getting there just in time to move the oxygen mask and help him to lean over the bucket before the Doctor was sick. Being that he hadn't eaten anything since being sick the last time, he threw up stomach acid that burned his throat and mouth. He coughed, gagging on the vile liquid. Jack helped hold the bucket for him while he used his other hand to help the Doctor stay up on his side. He wanted desperately to collapse backward again, but Jack wasn't going to let him yet. Once he was finished getting sick, Jack handed him a cup of water. He took some in his mouth, swishing it around. He then spit the water out before taking another drink. It felt heavy going doing his throat to his stomach and he feared that he was going to be sick again. He groaned loudly burying his face in the pillow as his breath quickened.
"Hey, don't do that," Jack told him softly as he worried that the Doctor was trying to suffocate himself. He moved the pillow causing the Time Lord to glare at him again. He stood up taking the bucket to the garbage, then returned to the Doctor's side. Picking up the oxygen mask again, he went to place it over the Doctor's mouth. The Doctor didn't fight him, but the look on his face made Jack feel as if he had slapped him. He checked that the oxygen was running cleanly before sitting down on the edge of the bed. The Doctor had once more curled into himself trying in vain to warm himself. Even though the room wasn't that cold, Jack pulled the blankets up for him tucking them around his shoulders. He then sat rubbing his arm as the Doctor shivered pitifully beneath the blankets. "Do you want me to lay with you?"
"No," The Doctor responded still feeling sorry for himself. He closed his eyes trying desperately to slip into the oblivion that sleep would bring him. He had just about achieved it when the door to his room opened. He didn't have to open his eyes to know that Martha had entered his room and he was about to get poked and prodded again. He felt a tear slip down his cheek. He desperately wanted to sleep and not be examined by Martha.
"Did you take the intubation tube out?" Martha questioned seeing laying on the bedside table. Jack nodded.
"He woke up about twenty minutes after you left. I removed the tube before he tried to himself. He was then sick," Jack informed her softly. Martha came over to the side of the bed, putting the stethoscope around her neck. Jack stood giving her room to examine the Doctor.
"Doctor?" She whispered trying to see if he was awake. He didn't answer her but rubbed his face against the pillow unhappily.
"He won't answer you. He has informed me that his name is no longer the Doctor," Jack told her trying not to show his amusement. Martha shook her head.
"What am I suppose to call him then?" Martha questioned in confusion. She wasn't sure why Jack found it amusing. She wasn't even sure she wanted to know why he refused to be called the Doctor anymore. .
"It doesn't matter," The Doctor sighed. He opened his eyes to look up at her. "It doesn't matter what I want. You are going to ignore me anyways so just bloody examine me and get it over with so that I can sleep." He didn't miss the fact that Martha and Jack exchanged looks. Jack carefully moved his blankets down taking away the little bit of heat that he had managed to collect. He groaned as the cold air hit his body, then whimpered when the cool metal of the stethoscope was placed against his chest. Martha was quick in her initial examination as her main concern was that he woke cleanly. Satisfied that he was fine for the moment, she then made sure that his heating pad was turned on and placed it against his stomach. Tucking the blankets around him, he snuggled into the warmth the best he could.
"Is that a little better?" Martha wondered.
"Yes, thank you," he informed her happy for the warmth. Smacking his lips he closed his eyes ready to settle back down to sleep.
"Good. Then there is one more thing we need to talk about before you go back to sleep," Martha told him softly.
"Martha," he moaned unhappily. He forced his eyes open again to glare at her.
"I know, I'm mean, but while you were sleeping I placed you on several new medications and as you already realized we removed the restraints. The restraints will stay gone unless you give me a reason to replace them," Martha warned him. She didn't tell him about the seizures yet. That was a conversation that could wait until he was able to stay awake long enough to have a proper discussion. Even now, she could tell that he was struggling to keep his eyes open after only being awake a little over an hour. Still, with the new medications he would start to feel better soon. Then she could look at getting him out of the hospital wing and to her flat where he would have more freedom to move around.
"Fine," He sighed. He looked at Jack. Even if he didn't want Jack to lay with him, he had appreciated the gentle touch of Jack rubbing his arm. "Will you sit with me again?"
"Of course," Jack smiled. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Rather than stroking the Doctor's arm again, he reached up and ran his fingers along the hair on the side of the Doctor's head. The Doctor sighed in content, just happy for the contact as he finally managed to drift off to sleep once more.