The Doctor laid in Jack's arms until he was sure that Jack was asleep. He listened to Jack snoring softly before easing himself out of Jack's arms with slow careful movements. Once out of bed, he moved quickly to the door of his room. He opened it peeking out into the hall. Just as he suspected there was no one guarding his room since Jack was with him. He looked down the hall to see one nurse one duty at the nurse's station. She wasn't looking towards his room as she worked diligently on the computer trying to catch up on her work. Keeping an eye on her, he left his room closing the door softly behind him. As quietly as he could he hurried towards his TARDIS eager to be back inside the comfort of her walls. As he approached the TARDIS, though, he realized he didn't have a key. He snapped his fingers, disappointed when the door stayed closed.
"Please let me on," He whispered. Receiving no answer, he reached up to the roof looking for the compartment with the spare. He found it with ease. He retrieved the key placing it in the lock, but try as he might, the door refused to open. "I'm sorry. Just let me on and I can prove it," He begged her growing more and more frustrated. He grabbed the small gap between the doors trying desperately to force them open. When it became clear she wasn't going to let him on, he sat down against the doors. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he came to the realization that he had lost the trust of his oldest and dearest friend. Whether or not she would ever let him back on was unclear but for now, he was trapped among the humans. Wiping his eyes, he stood up making his way slowly back to his room. He let himself in, biting back a sob as he crawled into Jack's arms.
"Where did you go?" Jack questioned as he opened an eye to the Doctor adjusting in his arms.
"The loo," The Doctor lied. Regardless of whether or not Jack believed him was unclear, nor did it matter as he drifted back to sleep. The Doctor lay awake for awhile trying to calm himself down before he managed to drift off as well. Come morning, though, he was still upset and was content with Jack's plan to stay in bed late, snuggling against him for warmth and comfort as they laid in bed. Jack would not have minded staying in bed all day with the Doctor but Martha had other plans for them. She came into the Doctor's room bright and early with his breakfast in hand. The Doctor groaned burying his face against Jack's chest as Jack pulled the blankets up over their heads. Martha chuckled.
"Nice try, but it is time to get up," Martha informed them.
"Five more minutes," The Doctor mumbled against Jack's chest.
"Sorry Doctor you can sleep in tomorrow. Today you need to and get moving. After breakfast I am going to remove your stitches, then we are going to discuss the fact that you are still refusing to talk to Daniel," Martha explained to him. The Doctor swallowed hard unconsciously trying to move closer to Jack. He felt Jack's arms wrap tighter around him and he was grateful that Jack was there.
"I'm not hungry," he whispered.
"You need to eat," Martha told him.
"I can't," the Doctor responded feeling queazy. He didn't like the thought that Martha was going to be removing his stitches and wanted to ask her to sedate him. "Can we just get it over with?"
"Alright. Jack, can you please step out into the hall for a moment?" Martha questioned. Jack started to get out of the bed, but the Doctor grabbed onto him feeling panicked.
"No, Jack can stay. I need Jack to stay," He told her, his voice rising in pitch.
"Doctor, calm down. Jack can stay," Martha cooed to him. She was happy that the Doctor had come to rely on Jack the last two weeks. She hoped that he continued to use Jack as his support when they left the hospital until he was well enough to travel again. Going to the cupboard, she pulled out a pair of gloves putting them on. Turning back, she saw that Jack was laying still with the Doctor facing him, the two of them wrapped in an embrace. Martha took her time moving the chair next to the bed while she let Jack calm him down. Sitting down next to the bed, she moved the blankets back.
"Easy," Jack whispered soothingly as a shudder went through the Doctor. He pushed his face against Jack's chest trying not to show his distress. It was clear how unhappy he was though as he wrapped is arms around Jack holding his shirt tightly as Martha removed the stitches from his bottom. Quicker than he expected Martha was done. She checked his wounds on his legs happy to see that the infections had cleared. Giving him a moment to calm down, she tucked the blanket back around him, leaving the room. She returned with a hot cup of tea as well as a slice of banana banoffee pie. The Doctor sat up to accept the tea, but once more refused to touch the food.
"I know that was unpleasant Doctor and I'm sorry. On the plus side, you are healing well. I am happy with the progress that you have made over the last few weeks towards your recovery except for the fact that you continue to refuse to talk to Daniel," Martha told him.
"I don't need to talk to Danny boy," The Doctor scoffed. Martha tutted at him.
"Daniel is a professionally trained psychiatrist who specializes in helping people who have trouble coping after returning from war or have been through traumatic events. He is willing to take time out of his day to come talk with you and all you have done is insult him," Martha scolded the Doctor. He sighed.
"I have lived nine-hundred years without having to talk to a psychiatrist," The Doctor snipped at her.
"And look at how well that turned out," Martha responded.
"Fuck you," The Doctor growled at her. Jack slapped him gently on the arm, even if he did take note of the return of the Doctor's anger. It could mean that he was just having an especially bad craving or he could be heading towards a seizure again. He had only had one minor seizure in the last few days that didn't even last half a minute but knocked the Doctor down for the rest of the day.
"Calm down," Jack chastised him once again finding himself in the middle. The Doctor glared at him before getting out of bed. Going to the loo, he closed the door behind him. They had removed the lock from the door and he didn't have his sonic so he couldn't keep them out, but thankfully no one tried to follow him. Leaning on the sink, he stared into the sunken brown eyes of the pale thin man in front of him. He took a deep breath followed by another as he stared at the man trying to recognize anything familiar about him. Frustrated he turned on the water sticking his head beneath it. Wetting his hair, he messed it up so that it stood on end. It didn't help anything but to make him cold.
"Go away," he called out as he heard a knock on the door.
"Martha said it is alright if you want to take a shower, but she would perfer that you had someone in their with you. I could help you if you would like," Jack offered not listening to him.
"I said go away," He enunciated slowly.
"I'm not going anywhere," Jack responded. It was meant to be a threat but for some reason, the Doctor found himself taking comfort in Jack's words. Turning he opened the door.
"Promise to keep your hands to yourself," The Doctor wondered.
"You know me better than that," Jack teased him. To his relief the Doctor laughed.
"I do Jack. But I trust you anyways, so let's take a shower," The Doctor agreed.