The Doctor stared at the elderly man standing in the doorway of the medi-bay. Wilfred looked exactly the same as the last time he had seen him, and he knew that he couldn't say the same thing about himself. He reached down trying to straighten the blankets to make himself look more presentable. It didn't work with Jack laying on one-half of the blanket and Osiris on the rest. Still, he held his hand up trying to impress the man. Wilfred didn't seem to care as he came over to the bed taking the Doctor's hand in his with a fatherly smile.

"What are you doing here?" The Doctor questioned him. He was happy to see him but confused about what he was doing standing in his medi-bay.

"Martha came by my newspaper stand yesterday to let me know that you would be here. She told me that you were going to have test ran, but wouldn't tell me why. I've looked up every night for you lad and here I find that you have been living in London. What happened to you, son?" Wilfred wondered in concern. The Doctor looked away briefly as he scratched behind Osiris's ears. Martha had given him the option to lie to Wilfred, but by doing so it would be a step back in his recovery. Except, he didn't want Wilfred to know how far he had fallen after taking Donna's memories.

"How is Donna?" The Doctor asked trying to sidestep Wilfred's question. He heard Jack sigh. He didn't look at his lover not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes. Wilfred, though, let him by telling him about Donna. The Doctor listened proudly as Wilfred told him that even if Donna didn't have her memories of the Doctor anymore, she still had the strength the Doctor provided her. She was no longer a temp but had a full-time job as a receptionist for a good company. She was standing up to her mother not letting her put her down as much. She was also dating a good man while planning a trip to America with him in the fall.

While he spoke, Jack got the Doctor a fresh cup of tea as well as lunch for the three of them. He let Wilfred distract the Doctor with the stories of Donna. The Doctor was listening intently commenting when necessary. With Wilfred there, he didn't pick at his lunch, eating it without complaint. Except for the pieces that he snuck to the always hungry dog laying on his legs. By the time they finished eating it was getting late in the afternoon. Wilfred needed to get back to his newspaper stand before Donna came to pick him up. Jack took their plates, letting Osiris lick them clean as he placed them on the floor he was surprised to hear the Doctor speak up.

"I have been having seizures," He finally admitted to Wilfred. Wilfred reached up trying to take his hand again. The Doctor didn't let him as he watched Jack.

"Does she know why?" Wilfred asked in concern. The Doctor shook his head no.

"I'm here because she is running test to find out what is causing them to continue after I finished the initial withdrawal from drugs," The Doctor whispered. "I couldn't handle it after Donna left and they made me feel better so I kept taking them. If it hadn't been for Jack and Martha, I would be dead. I'm so sorry Wilfred." He turned his eyes to the bed, letting the tears flow down his cheeks. He expected Wilfred to walk out on him disgusted with the fact that he let himself become a drug addict. Wilfred, just like Jack before him, surprised him by wrapping him in a hug from the side. The Doctor turned hugging him back as he continued to cry.

"How long have you been clean lad?" Wilfred questioned sounding genuinely concerned.

"It has been almost five weeks," The Doctor answered him with a sniffle. Jack handed him a handkerchief and he took it wiping his eyes.

"I'm proud of you. The first few weeks are the hardest. My son always made it through rehab before relapsing into his drug use. I ended up burying him before his thirtieth birthday. Promise me, lad, that you won't make that same mistake," Wilfred begged him. The Doctor could hear the pain in Wilfred's voice as he spoke. He never knew that Donna had lost an uncle to drug use and it made him feel even worse that he had allowed himself to be overcome by the drugs. It was only once he was clean that he could see how much they actually ruined his life. He thought they had allowed him to forget his past. They had also allowed him to forget to live. He had become a shell of his former self who let his body be used as a payment for the drugs he thought he needed.

"I promise," The Doctor answered continuing to hold Wilfred. Wilfred kissed him on the top of the head in a fatherly way that made the Doctor smile despite his tears. Pulling away from Wilfred, he dried his tears.

"I have to go now or Donna is going to worry. I'll keep looking up for you and I expect to see you," Wilfred informed him. He nodded giving Wilfred a weak salute using two fingers. Wilfred squeezed his hand one more time before getting off the bed. He looked over at Jack who was now standing nearby. "You take care of him."

"I will," Jack promised moving to sit on the bed with the Doctor again. Wilfred left the medi-bay leaving the two of them alone. Jack curled up ont the bed with him holding him while he composed himself. It had been good to see Wilfred and hear that Donna was doing well. She had been like a sister to him and he missed her terribly. With his eyes dry, he got out of bed going to the library to relax for a while. It seemed as if he had just entered it when Martha came looking for him. The test that she had run so far had come back clear and she wanted to hook up the EEG in order to test his brainwave activity. The Doctor picked out several books to read while he relaxed on the bed. He was also allowed to use the loo before he would be required to stay in bed again for the next few hours. Handing the books to Jack, he went to the toilet even if he didn't really have to go. Instead, he stood leaning against the wall as he considered how mad they would be if he refused to move. Sighing, he opened the door going back to his bed. He groaned and made his unhappiness known that they still didn't know what was wrong with him as Martha hooked the electrodes to his head.

"It is only going to be for a few hours and then you can go to your gardens with Jack or to your library," Martha reassured him. The Doctor looked at her.

"Are those my only options?" He asked her slightly grumpy that she was limiting him even if he wanted to go no further then his library at the moment.

"No, as long as you take it easy you are free to go anywhere in the TARDIS or the UNIT hospital," Martha answered not giving into his slight grumpiness. She understood that he was upset that they still didn't have answers to the cause of his seizures. "I just want you to remember that you had a lumbar puncture only a few hours ago so no running or anything extreme."

"Alright," The Doctor agreed with a sigh. Settling in, he called Osiris up onto the bed as he picked up his first book.