"First of all, I want to discuss why you have been so tired the last few days," Martha told the Doctor seriously.

"It is because of the medications you placed me on, isn't it?" The Doctor wondered. Martha tipped her head slightly.

"That is part of it. You have been having seizures, Doctor. So far there have been three that we know of for sure, but it is possible that you have had more prior due to the drugs that you have been taking. The last seizure you had was severe enough that you stopped breathing and we had to intubate you," Martha explained to him. The Doctor furrowed his brow in concern but didn't say anything as he allowed her to continue. "I ran a CT scan, as well as an MRI on you and both of them, showed no damage that would be causing the seizures."

"So why did I seize?" The Doctor questioned her.

"That is where the medication comes in. Apparently the drug you were taking inhibited the telepathic centers of your brain. Now that it is leaving your system you automatically tried to connect with the TARDIS again. By talking to her, I discovered that you aren't ready to connect with her yet and by doing so it caused you to seize. The medication I placed you on stops you from being able to communicate with her telepathically and you will need to remain on it until the drugs have completely cleared your system. That being said, it doesn't explain the earlier two seizures," Martha told him.

"So basically you don't know," The Doctor snapped at her crankily.

"Be nice," Jack scolded him softly. The Doctor sighed. There was no way that either of them could have known that taking away his telepathic abilities was considered a punishment on Gallifrey. It was reserved for criminals who used their abilities to harm others. In fact, the only reason he even had the drug was he had taken from Koschei after having it used on him while on the Valiant. So, even if they had given him the medication in order to help him, he would have told them not to had he been given the option.

"Fine," He growled. He forced a smile on his face. "Please continue," He told her through gritted teeth.

"No, I am sorry to say that I don't know what is causing the seizures. We are going to keep an eye on you, but it is possible that you have another seizure, today, tomorrow or even next week. It is just as possible you that you could never have another during this regeneration. Unfortunately, there is no way to predict them." She wondered if there was a way to predict seizures better in the future, but the look on the Doctor's face told her that now was not the time to ask. "The second new medication you are on is designed to help with your withdrawal symptoms. With it and the antibiotics I have you on, you should be feeling a lot better here soon."

"Then can I go?" The Doctor asked her. Martha wasn't sure why as they both already knew her answer.

"You are going to be in the hospital for at least another two weeks before I look into bringing you home to my flat," Martha told him sidestepping his question. "In order to get out of here, though, you need to start eating and gaining weight. You were already too skinny, but now your almost skeletal and I can't allow you to continue not eating. I have tried to be nice since you were sick, but if you don't start eating soon we will be looking at supplementing your diet with a feeding tube." Martha paused as the Doctor made a rude noise with his mouth at her. She heard him mumble several swears following it and then turn to glare at Jack as he was tapped on the arm. She ignored the interruption continuing on as if she hadn't heard him. "I have set up with the kitchen to have you three meals brought daily. If you are hungry between meals, you are welcome to ask and additional food will be provided for you. There is also a small kitchen nearby that has been stocked with food for you and Jack to share." She had special ordered his meals and stocked the kitchen herself with foods she knew that the Doctor would like.

"Last but not least, starting tomorrow, I am going to have you talking with a psychologist at least once a day while you are still in the hospital. The sessions will be private and anything you say during them confidential. The therapist I have chosen has been on the base for several yeas now and counselled our soldiers after the Dalek and Sontaran attacks. He has been also given access to the records that UNIT has on you, so you will be able to talk freely to him," Martha explained to him. She had made sure to choose someone that the Doctor could talk to that knew he was an alien prior to their first meeting. That way the Doctor could tell them anything he needed to and not be ruled insane for saying that he traveled in space and time or that he had William Shakespear.

"How can they be confidential if he never leaves?" The Doctor wondered motioning to Jack. Martha suppressed her snicker as Jack rolled his eyes. It was hard to take his complaint seriously when he was still currently leaning into Jack's arms with his head rested on Jack's chest by his own choice. In fact, if it wasn't for the scowl on his face, Martha thought that it would be a cute picture of the two of them together.

"Jack will be required to leave the room during your sessions. If he chooses to go further than the hallway outside of your room than one of my nurses will be posted at your door instead, " Martha answered.

"Fine. Are we done?" The Doctor asked her unhappily. He didn't plan on talking to the psychologist anyways so it didn't matter if Jack stayed in the room or not.

"For now, I am going to have your lunch brought in soon. I have other patients I need to tend to and a meeting this afternoon so it will be a few hours before I can return. I would like you to use that time to think about how you are going to help Jack and I get you back on your feet and traveling in the TARDIS," Martha advised him. He nodded slightly but she had the feeling that he would spend the next hour or so pouting and refusing to eat his meal. She really didn't want to put a tube into his stomach to feed him, but she had the feeling she would have to follow through with her threat by the end of the night. She just hoped that it only took one or two feedings with the tube before he started to eat on his own.