Despite the Doctor accepting Jack's hand to hold, that was as far as he was willing to go towards being comforted. He lay in his bed staring at the wall not wanting to talk, not wanting to think, or really do anything that would admit that he was still alive. He just wanted to drift off to sleep and forget that he had, in fact, allowed a man to take his body as payment for drugs. He cursed the TARDIS silently for not allowing him to die on the floor of her kitchen like the disgraced Time Lord he was. Too many times she had made him carry on when he should have died and he hated her for it. When morning finally came, he continued to ignore his surrounds as Martha entered with his medication.
"Bad night?" She questioned as she saw Jack sitting on the chair holding the Doctor's hand. He had given up long ago trying to talk to the Doctor, now he just sat silently waiting for the Doctor to acknowledge him again.
"You could say that. He started to remember what happened last night and has been up most of the night getting sick to his stomach," Jack explained to her. Worried Martha went over to the Doctor to check his vitals. She was immediately concerned when they were more off than normal.
"How are you feeling?" Martha questioned him.
"Good luck getting him to talk, he hasn't said one word to me in almost four hours now," Jack informed her. He released the Doctor's hand, leaning back to allow Martha to examine him more closely. Pulling out her thermometer she stuck it in the Doctor's ear to measure his temperature. He didn't fight her as a small groan escaped in displeasure.
"Your temperature is 16 degrees which is a little higher than normal," Martha informed him. She pulled the blankets back to listen to the Doctor's chest. His hearts were still beating normally but his lungs had a little bit of a wheeze to them. As she listened he coughed softly and the wheeze went quieter. She made a mental note to schedule a chest x-ray for him as she continued her examination. He was definitely getting sick and with how weakened his body already was, she wanted to get ahead of the illness quickly. Showing how little he cared about what was happening around him, he didn't complain as Martha drew blood before giving him his daily injection.
"I'll be back in a little while to take you down for an x-ray. In the meantime you need to take your medication and try to eat a little," Martha explained to him. He closed his eyes as he turned over to face the other wall. The Doctor lay there, refusing to take his pills or eat his breakfast as he kept his eyes closed trying to force himself to sleep. When Martha returned she threatened to place a feeding tube unless he ate his lunch. He opened his eyes just enough to glare at her before closing them again. With Jack still by his side he was wheeled down to the x-ray room where his chest was x-rayed several times. He was then taken back to his room as they waited for the x-rays to be examined. His lunch was brought to him and once more he refused to touch it as he pretended to be asleep.
"Please try to eat something sweetheart," Jack begged placing the spoonful of soup against the Doctor's lips. He kept his mouth closed ignoring the food that he was presented.
"I think it may be about time that we consider adding anti-depressants to his daily medication," Martha spoke up as she watched the interaction. The Doctor had kept his eyes closed as the food was delivered, so he hadn't realized that Martha was sitting near the door just observing him as Jack tried desperately to get him to eat.
"I think you may be right," Jack agreed as he put the spoon back in the bowl and set it down. He reached out to stroke the Doctor's cheek, but the Time Lord pulled away from him, scooting back further on the bed. Frustrated Jack stood up going to the TARDIS. There was no way they were going to be able to get him to swallow a pill, so Jack hoped that she had another option. The TARDIS provided him a liquid antidepressant along with a needleless syringe. Jack took it back to Martha who read the instructions on the bottle. Using the syringe, she measured out a small dose and then tried to place it in the Doctor's mouth. He turned his head away causing Jack to intervene. Jack held his head still while Martha emptied the liquid into his cheek. He let some leak back out of him mouth but he had no choice but to swallow most of it.
"You'll start feeling better soon," Martha promised him.
"What if I don't want to?" He asked, speaking up for the first time in hours. He opened his eyes to stare at her with eyes that showed how much emotional pain he was still in.
"I know it is hard Doctor, but it isn't time to give up yet. You still have a lot of fighting to do before the end and I still have a long ways that I can carry you. We can make it through this together, you just need to take your medication and allow yourself to heal," Jack spoke up. The Doctor looked at him not saying anything as Martha's beeper went off. She stepped out of the room, returning a moment later with a smile on her face.
"That was the lab, they said that your chest x-ray is clear, so now we just need to wait for your blood test to come back," Martha told him. "So while we wait, why don't you eat your lunch and then have a nice nap because honestly Doctor you look exhausted."
"Will you sedate me?" The Doctor asked.
"I will allow you to take a sedative on two conditions. One, you take your pills that have been sitting on the table all morning, and two, you allow me to place an IV while you sleep in order to provide you the nutrition your body needs," Martha informed him. She could see the surprise in his eyes at her answer and knew that he expected her to just tell him no.
"Alright," he agreed. Jack picked up his pills and water handing them to the Doctor. The Doctor made a face at the fact that he wasn't given tea to wash the pills down with but accepted the drink without further complaint. Martha left the room and returned a few minutes later with the IV and sedative. The Doctor held out his arm for her and she placed the cannula into the back of his hand. She hung his IV bag then injected the sedative into the cannula.
"Do you want me to hold you while you fall asleep?" Jack asked as he helped to tuck the Time Lord back in. The Doctor shook his head no, turning onto his side as the darkness washed over him. Closing his eyes, he quickly slipped off into a dreamless sleep.