Just as Martha predicted, as soon as she left the Doctor's room he demonstrated for Jack what a Time Lord pouting looked like. He leaned away from Jack crossing his arms unhappily while looking down at his bed. When the food a few minutes later Jack got out of the bed placing a table across the Doctor's lap. He took the food from the nurse placing it on the table in front of the Doctor. Without even looking at the plate, the Doctor's hand swiped towards it. Jack caught his wrist before the Doctor was able to knock his food to the floor. The Doctor didn't look up at him as a glare crossed his face.

"I don't know what you think knocking your food to the floor will accomplish. That is unless you want Martha to restrain you again to the bed. She will then place a tube up through your nose and down into your stomach to feed you with until you decide that you can eat on your own. So you have a choice, you can either eat this delicious meal that Martha ordered for you or have formula pushed into your stomach. I know which option I would take," Jack informed him. The Doctor didn't respond as he lifted his head slightly to finally look at the food in front of him. Martha had been kind ordering him a plate of chips and a bacon sammie. To the side, there was a banana sitting in a small bowl of mixed fruit. The cup of tea was still steaming, but the Doctor made no move to drink it. He felt the bed sink again as Jack sat down next to him. Jack picked up the fork using it to gather a few pieces of fruit. He placed it to the Doctor's tightly closed lips.

The Doctor considered Jack's words. He wanted more than anything to be out of this hospital and traveling in his TARDIS again. In order to accomplish that he was either going to have to find a way to sneak out or he was going to have to convince Jack and Martha that he was willing to comply with them. The second option seemed as unlikely as the first at the moment. Without thinking about it, he opened his mouth accepting the small bite of food that Jack was offering him. He chewed the food slowly as he surveyed the room. The only way into the room was from the main door that he knew led out into the UNIT hospital. He didn't think that they would keep a guard posted on the door while Jack was in the room with him but he couldn't be sure. He also couldn't go to the door and check without Jack stopping him. Then there was the problem of what would happen when he actually got to the TARDIS. The TARDIS had brought him to UNIT without his permission. There was no telling what she would do if he tried to leave before she thought he was ready. Sighing, he tried to figure out another way to escape.

Jack continued to feed the Doctor as the Doctor looked around the room. He could tell the Doctor wasn't paying attention to what he was eating as he made his way slowly through half of the chips and a few bites of the fruit along with two bites of the sammie. Finally, he turned his head away leaning back against the pillows on his bed. A hand drifted down to rest on his abdomen with a groan.

"Are you full?" Jack wondered. The Doctor nodded. Jack stood moving the table away from the bed. He helped the Doctor to snuggle down beneath the blankets, tucking them in around him. The Doctor realized that he had been sitting for too long when he had to adjust several times to try to get comfortable, He pulled his leg higher but the stretch just seemed to make it worse. He just wanted to sleep, but he had several hours before Martha would be back.

"Jack?" The Doctor asked sleepily.

"Yes, Doc?"

"Can you apply my medicine for me?" He questioned him.

"You want me to apply the topical?" Jack reiterated in surprise, making sure that he had heard him correctly. The Doctor nodded. "Alright," Jack agreed going to the cupboard. He returned a moment later with the cream to find the Doctor rolled up on his side waiting. Jack pulled on a glove before moving the blankets back. He could see the Doctor's skin was red around the stitches and made a mental note to mention it to Martha. His hand was shaking as he carefully applied the ointment for the Doctor. The Doctor had to notice, but he didn't say anything. Jack finished as quickly as he could then tucked the blankets back around him.

"Thank you," The Doctor sighed in relief as the pain faded. He curled himself around the pillow, letting his eyes drift closed. He was asleep before Jack finished cleaning up. Jack took a seat in the chair, staring at the sleeping Time Lord. He couldn't help but wonder what had made the Doctor change his mind about him that he trusted him enough to apply his ointment without thinking Jack was going to take advantage of him. Then again he could just be over thinking things and the Doctor was only looking for relief from the pain and knew that Jack could provide it. Still he could have requested a nurse, but instead had asked Jack directly. Jack pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose rubbing it. He was over two thousand years old and the man laying in the bed near him made him feel like a confused teenager. One thing was for sure and that was the fact that he wasn't going to try anything with the Doctor until he was completely healed from his injuries and clean. Leaning over, he picked his book up off of the ground and tried not to think about the Time Lord.