The Doctor continued to pout long into the evening. Though he ate his dinner and dessert without question, he didn't try to talk to Jack the rest of the night. Instead, when he wasn't eating, he laid staring at the wall. Eventually, he fell asleep waking up even grumpier the next day. Even if Jack now understood his crankiness, it didn't make dealing with him any easier. For breakfast, the Doctor ate two bites of his oatmeal before flushing the rest of it down the loo. He stared at Jack the entire time daring him to say something. Jack just continued to watch him as he made his way to the door of the room. He kept one eye on Jack as he opened the door taking a step out into the hall. Jack watched as he continued out of the room closing the door behind him. Sighing Jack stood up to go after him.
"You know you're not allowed to leave the room without Jack," Martha scolded the Doctor as the door opened again before Jack could reach it. She had the Doctor's arm in her hand and was practically dragging him back into the room. He glared at her planting his feet to stop himself, but he was too weak still to stop her. "Now behave and finish your breakfast before Daniel arrives."
"Go fuck yourself," The Doctor told her moving towards the bathroom.
"Oy language," Jack snapped at him.
"You can fuck off too," the Doctor replied slamming the door to the bathroom. The door had barely closed when a loud thump sounded behind it. Jack didn't hesitate as he hurried to the loo. He opened the door carefully to find the Doctor thrashing about in the midst of a seizure.
"You pick your places Doc," Jack sighed as the Doctor's head thumped against the tile. Jack carefully tried to get around the Doctor to protect his head. He moved sideways quickly along the wall getting kicked for his trouble. He managed to make it to the Doctor's head, stepping into the bathtub.
"Here," Martha said. Jack looked up as Martha tossed a pillow to him. He caught it and then knelt down easing it under the Doctor's head.
"There now doesn't that feel better. It would help your head even more if you knock off this nonsense so that I can take you back to bed," Jack cooed. The Doctor continued to seize for another minute before finally going still. He laid limply against the tile. Jack carefully felt along the Doctor's neck making sure he hadn't hurt himself before tilting his head back to open up his airway. The Doctor took a gasping breath in followed by another as Martha came in. She checked the Doctor the best she could in the small space.
"Stop," The Doctor moaned coming around. He batted half-heartedly at Martha's hand as she ran it along his side. "Tickles."
"I'll stop if you can tell me anything that hurts," Martha informed him. The Doctor scrunched his face.
"Head," he whimpered thinking about it. "Martha?"
"It's not her fault you decided to go into the bathroom to have a seizure," Jack informed him. The Doctor opened his eyes finally to look up at Jack. He seemed surprised to see that he was in fact in the bathroom but he didn't care enough to make an effort to move.
"Do you think you can lift him, Jack, or should we try to get him to walk?" Martha questioned him.
"I can carry him. I think," Jack amended as he stepped out of the bathtub. With gentle movements, he helped the Doctor sit up before lifting him up.
"No, no, put me down," The Doctor cried out as the room swayed. He flung his arms wildly almost causing Jack to drop him as he gagged. Jack quickly lowered him back to the ground hoping to get him to the toilet before he was sick. He was too late, though, as the Doctor was sick on the floor. He moaned leaning back against Jack and closing his eyes.
"Ready to try again?" Jack asked him after a moment.
"No," The Doctor whimpered.
"You can't stay on the floor all night. I know your head hurts and it made you dizzy when I lifted you off the floor but I also know that you trust me enough to know that I would never hurt you. Just keep your eyes closed and hold on to me," Jack whispered. The Doctor wrapped his arms around Jack's neck holding on tightly. He pressed his face against Jack's chest whimpering as Jack walked slowly out of the bathroom taking him to the bed. He laid him down on it, waiting a moment for the Doctor to feel secure enough to release him. He turned over on his side curling into himself. He opened his eyes to glare at Martha as rather than being covered with a blanket he instead had a cold stethoscope pressed against his chest.
"Jack make her stop," He whined. Jack chuckled laying down behind him and wrapping an arm over his stomach.
"Just rest, sweethearts," Jack told him softly. The Doctor rolled over so that Martha could no longer examine pressing his face once more to Jack's chest. Jack laughed softly. Shaking her head, Martha pulled his blankets up and allowed him to rest.
He slept most of the day waking the next day in a better mood even if his head was sore. He wasn't hungry but he still ate a little of the soup that Martha brought for his breakfast. He laid against Jack, content to rest for the day. That was until Daniel arrived for their therapy session. The Doctor had missed the one the day before due to his seizure and Daniel was eager to talk to him to continue with their progress. The session didn't start out well as Jack had to get out of the bed causing the Doctor to lose the comfort he was receiving. He closed his eyes and kept them closed as he felt Jack kiss him softly on the head, then leave the room. The creaking of a chair indicated that Daniel was sitting near him, but he refused to look at him.
"I understand that you have been talking to Jack recently," Daniel told him after the Doctor continued to pretend to sleep. "I would be interested in hearing what you have told him so that you and I can discuss it further."
"I talk to Jack about a lot of things," The Doctor replied opening his eyes finally. He pushed himself up so that he was sitting slumped against the headboard of the bed. "Jack listens to me and actually cares about what I tell him."
"I care," Daniel informed him. The Doctor made a rude noise with his mouth at him.
"You get paid to care, there is a difference," The Doctor scoffed. "If Martha hadn't asked you to talk to me and UNIT wasn't paying you, you wouldn't be here. You could have refused of course, as there are a lot of other psychiatrists who work in and around UNIT that Martha could have gone to instead. In fact, you could have chosen anyone of them, but she picked you. Do you know why that is?" The Doctor continued without giving Daniel a chance to answer. "She chose you because she thought that you would be able to help me."
"But you don't think I can?" Daniel questioned. The Doctor shook his head no. "I wonder why that is Doctor when you haven't even given me a chance to help you." The Doctor narrowed his eyes.
"I don't need to speak to you to know that I don't trust you. I have been around over 900 years and traveled to more places than you can imagine. I had to learn quickly how to judge people in order to survive. I can tell you that if I had met you under different circumstances and had the choice between you and the Slitheen as a companion. I would take the Slitheen," The Doctor told him.
"And we're back to the insulting," Daniel mumbled as the Doctor proceeded to name several species of aliens that he would rather take on a trip through time and space rather than Daniel. Ending the session early, Daniel stood up leaving the room. Jack came in shaking his head as he chuckled.
"What?" The Doctor asked slightly confused by Jack's laughter.
"I'm pretty sure that I owe Martha a fiver," Jack informed him confusing the Doctor even more. "Don't worry about it," Jack told him wrapping the Doctor in a tight embrace. The Doctor hugged him back, thankful to have him back even if he was confused.