"So can I ask what you told Daniel to make him end the session early?" Jack wondered as he released the Doctor. The Doctor didn't have time to complain about the loss of warmth before Jack flopped onto the bed next to him. He lifted his arm up inviting the Doctor to cuddle with him. The Doctor rolled over pressing himself against Jack as Jack held him.
"I told him that I didn't trust him and that he doesn't really care about what I have to say. Then I told him that I would rather have a Slitheen as a companion," The Doctor admitted.
"Why do you think that he doesn't care?" Jack questioned him.
"Because he doesn't care. He wouldn't be here trying to talk to me if Martha hadn't asked him to," The Doctor sighed.
"And the fact that she thinks he can help you, doesn't matter to you?" Jack asked. The Doctor shook his head no. "Why not?"
"Do you remember the Valiant?" The Doctor wondered.
"I try not to," Jack informed him. Before he could ask what being on the Valiant had to do with Daniel, the door to the room swung open hitting the wall. Martha stormed into the room the anger on her face clear. The Doctor quickly squirmed out of Jack's arms rushing towards the bathroom.
"Get back here," Martha demanded angrily. The Doctor ignored her as he shut the bathroom door tightly behind him. Martha went after him trying to open the door only to find that he was leaning against it in order to keep her out.
"I take it you spoke to Daniel?" Jack crossed his arms watching as Martha tried to force the door open.
"I did," Martha snapped at Jack. She turned her attention back to the bathroom raising her voice. "Doctor get out here and talk to me."
"No," The Doctor called back.
"Now," Martha yelled.
"Maybe he would if you stopped yelling at him," Jack told her calmly before the Doctor could reply. Martha glared at him. "I know normally he would be happy to yell back at you but at the moment, he is recovering from the seizure he had yesterday and doesn't feel well. He didn't want me to leave him alone with Daniel, but I followed your instructions and left them to talk. I knew the moment I saw Daniel that it hadn't gone well. I asked him about it as soon as I saw him and we were having a nice discussion about how he doesn't trust Daniel and doesn't want to talk to him before our conversation was rudely interrupted."
"He told you he doesn't trust Daniel? Did he also tell you why Daniel asked me what a Slitheen was and then asked to be replaced with another therapist?" Martha questioned Jack angrily.
"Yes he did," Jack answered her. He looked towards the bathroom as the water turned on. Martha tried the door again to find that once more the Doctor was blocking her from entering. Jack shook his head standing up. He went over to the bathroom and leaned against the wall next to it.
"Did he also tell you who I should get to replace Daniel?" Martha seethed. Jack shook his head.
"I told you the other day when we talked that he doesn't need a therapist. He just needs someone that he trust to listen to him," Jack reminded her.
"Like you?" Martha sighed looking towards the door.
"Yes. He might even talk to you if you would stop treating him like he was just another patient and remember that at one time he was your friend," Jack growled.
"He still is my friend," Martha argued.
"You don't act like it. You come in, treat him, complain about his progress then leave. Then you expect him to trust someone he barely knows when both his mind and body are still healing. He is trying to comply with us. He is eating on his own, taking his medication and talking to me. Yet you are angry that he doesn't trust a man he just met enough to talk to him?" Jack snapped at her. Jack took a deep breath rubbing the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
"He never even gave Daniel a chance," Martha argued, though, she wasn't sure why knew Jack was right and while she had convinced Daniel to think about it, she doubted that the Doctor would ever talk to him like they both hoped.
"I wonder why? I'm done arguing you. You can stand here angry at the closed bathroom door or you can go for a walk and calm down while I go in there and talk to him. It's your choice," Jack told her firmly
"Fine." Martha threw her hands up in the air storming towards the door. Jack waited until she was outside of the room before knocking on the bathroom door.
"She is gone now," Jack told him. Trying the door, he found it opened easily. Going in he found the Doctor standing just inside the bathroom watching the tub fill with water. "Do you want to take a shower or were you just waiting for Martha to leave?"
"I want a bath," The Doctor informed him still staring at the water. Walking over to the tub, he turned the water off. He gave Jack a look as he took his hospital gown off then climbed into the water. Jack took a seat on the counter pulling out his phone as he did. "Do you have to sit there?"
"Normally I would make a comment about wanting to watch you bathe. I'm not going to this time, though, since I can't actually leave you in the tub alone while you are still having seizures. If you had one while no one was watching you could slip under the water and drown before anyone noticed," Jack explained to him. The Doctor rolled his eyes leaning back. He closed his eyes relaxing in the water. Jack tried not to stare at his naked body but it was difficult as he could still see every rib and numerous cuts on the Doctor's body that had scarred into red lines due to the infections he had.
"You're staring," The Doctor commented opening one eye to look at Jack.
"Sorry," Jack swallowed hard turning away. He tried to concentrate on the wall in front of him as he spoke again. "Before Martha came into the room you mentioned the Valiant."
"I did," The Doctor agreed. Jack heard the water splash as the Doctor sat up. "When we were aboard the Valiant, he tried to trick me into talking to people. He would send them into act like they were my friends and just wanted to help me find the gun before he did. I never spoke to them either and just like with Martha he became angry at me."
"Martha would never hurt you the way he did. She only wants you to talk to Daniel because she really does care about you and wants to help you," Jack replied even if he did understand the Doctor's reluctance. He had taken care of the Doctor on more than one occasion after the Master punished him for disobedience. He even remembered one time watching the Doctor lay limply at his feet wondering if he was going to succumb to his injuries.
"Please don't make me talk to Danny-boy," The Doctor begged softly. Jack got off the counter going to kneel next to the bath. He gently placed the back of his fingers against the Doctor's cheek. The Doctor leaned against his hand, pleading with his eyes.
"Would it make it easier to talk to Daniel if I was allowed to stay in the room with you?" Jack questioned. The Doctor shrugged. "Would you be willing to try?"
"Maybe," The Doctor responded. Jack smiled moving his hand to grab a clean cloth. The Doctor didn't stop him as Jack slowly began to wash his legs, massaging them as he went. He skipped over the Doctor's groin, to massage his chest and down his arms. He helped the Doctor out of the bath, drying him off. They went to the Doctor's bed, where Jack had him lay down on his stomach. He started to massage the Doctor's back but by the time he got to his bottom the Doctor was sound asleep. Jack chuckled as he covered him with the blanket letting him sleep for a little while before lunch.