When Martha's meetings were over, she went to the Doctor's room expecting to find an angry Doctor and a frustrated Captain. Instead, she was pleasantly surprised that the Doctor was asleep after eating part of his meal. Jack didn't tell her that he had only gotten the Doctor to eat by feeding him while the Doctor's mind wandered. He mentioned the redness around the stitches, but Martha wasn't too concerned with it. She had noticed the redness back when he first arrived and his body was riddled with infections. Then his skin had been a bright red, but the redness had faded. She still moved the blankets slightly to see that he had irritated the skin again by sitting too long. The Doctor moaned, not waking up as he tried to recover himself from the draft. Martha chuckled, tucking the blanket back around him as he sighed. The rest of the night was uneventful as the Doctor woke long enough to eat his dinner. Once again he ignored the food on his plate allowing Jack to feed him while he thought about running. This time, he pictured himself on a distant plant running through the blue grass in a three-legged race. He had come in last but of course, he had he only had two legs the others had an unfair advantage.

However, all illusions of complying with them were gone the next morning. He had eaten his breakfast once more without complaint with Jack feeding him. He had then tolerated his examination from Martha with little more than a grumble. The cravings were growing worse again, though, and he grew cranky quickly as he tried to figure out how to get ahold of his drugs. By mid-morning his body ached causing him to be nauseous. He swore at Jack when Jack asked him how he was feeling then threw his cup of tea across the room. The cup crashed into the wall breaking into several pieces. Tea dripped down the wall puddling onto the floor. Jack didn't comment on his fit as he went to clean up the mess. While he was cleaning the door to the room opened. They both looked up expecting to see Martha, but instead, a middle-aged man stood in the doorway. He was wearing a pair of black trousers with a light blue dress shirt.

"Hello Doctor. My name is doctor Daniel Barnett. Martha asked that I come speak with you today," Daniel informed him with a smile. He had a friendly voice that sounded as if he were more use to talking to children than stubborn patients like the Doctor. The Doctor narrowed his eye at the man.

"I'm just going to finish cleaning this glass up then I will be out of your way," Jack told him. Daniel nodded going over to take Jack's chair beside the bed.

"Jack sits there, Danny boy," The Doctor informed him immediately trying to put the psychiatrist on the defense.

"I'm sure Jack won't mind if I sit here while we talk," Daniel replied patiently. "Do you Jack?"

"Not at all." He finished cleaning the tea then stood up. Stretching his back, he headed towards the door." I will be right out in the hall if you need me," he informed them stepping out. The Doctor narrowed his eyes at Daniel as Jack left the two of them alone in the room.

"So Doctor how are you feeling today," Dr. Barnett asked. The Doctor threw back his blankets swinging his feet over the side of the bed opposite of where Daniel was sitting. He hadn't stood up since being brought into the hospital but he didn't think about that. "Perhaps you should lay back down?" He ignored the statement as he reached over clipping off his catheter. He took a deep breath pushing himself up to his feet. The room swayed around him causing him to place one hand back on the bed. "Where are you going, Doctor?"

"Away from you," The Doctor answered finally. He moved his left foot forward first, then shuffled forward with his right. Daniel was speaking to him again but he didn't listen as he focused on continuing to move forward. He kept his hand on his bed for as long as possible to steady himself, but soon enough he had reached the end. He released his hold on the bed standing up straight a wave of dizziness overtook him. He stumbled forward several steps before falling had on the floor. He bit back a cry of pain when his bottom hit. Daniel stood up coming over to him. The Doctor held his hand up blocking Daniel from helping him. Daniel knelt down in front of the Doctor.

"Now what did that accomplish?" Daniel wondered.

"Leave me alone," The Doctor growled turning his legs to the side to relieve the pressure on his bottom.

"I'm afraid I can't do that," Daniel responded. "Why don't you let me help you back onto the bed and then we can talk about whatever you want to?" He placed his hand on the Doctor's arm in an attempt to help him.

"Don't you dare touch me," The Doctor yelled immediately pulling away from him. Daniel stood going to the door.

"Can you come in here a moment Jack. The Doctor has decided that he wanted to try to get out of bed and has now found himself stuck on the floor," Daniel explained. Jack chuckled coming back into the room. He didn't give the Doctor a chance to complain at him as he scooped him up off the floor carrying him to the bed. He deposited the Doctor into the middle of it. Daniel turned away while Jack reattached the Doctor's catheter line and placed his pillow beneath him. He tucked the Doctor in kissing him softly on the head.

"Please talk to Daniel, Doctor," Jack begged him softly.

"Fine, I will talk to Danny boy," the Doctor agreed unhappily. They waited until Jack was out of the room once more before Daniel spoke up.

"What would you like to talk about today?" He questioned. He soon came to regret the question as the Doctor started to list all the species that were smarter than Daniel in alphabetical order. Glancing at the clock, he realized it was going to be a long hour.