It was late in the evening before the Doctor finally made up his mind. During that time, he laid on his bed pouting watching as the sunlight gradually faded in his room until he was left in darkness. Jack had come in a few times to check on him but hadn't spoken to him as he left him alone with his thoughts. The Doctor was grateful as Jack changed out the trash bin before disappearing again and returning shortly with polos and tea. On his way out again, he had collected the Doctor's suit off the floor taking it with him to be washed. The Doctor had sucked on the mints letting them calm his stomach as he wondered if he would ever be completely free of the influence Micha had over him. Dannyboy and Jack were right, if he couldn't face Micha then he needed to talk to Ben. Rolling over he eased his body off of the bed heading to the shower.

He washed his body slowly as he wondered if he was making the right decision. What if Ben didn't want to talk to him? That would be alright, but it wouldn't give him any answers and he needed answers. He hated not knowing things. Sure the initial realization that he didn't know was always fun, but he took the time to research the unknown once he had the chance. Even if he didn't have answers it gave him something to think about as well as knowledge for the next time. With that thought, he turned off the water stepping out of the shower. He dried off quickly knowing that he had to go see Ben before he was able to change his mind again. Opening the door to his room, he found that his suit was laid out for him to wear along with a clean shirt and tie. Jack had also laid out a pair of pajamas for him in case he just wanted to return to bed as well. The Doctor's hearts swelled with love for the Captain at the gesture. Jack took better care of him than he deserved and he would have been lost without his lover.

He dressed in his suit, then went back into the bathroom to shave. He combed his hair before messing it up styling it so that it stuck up. He shook his head picking up the brush. He brushed his hair flat then ran his hands through his hair to make it stick on end. It still didn't look quite right. Picking up the comb he brushed it upwards from the back and then flat again. He sighed loosening his tie. He couldn't go see Ben if he couldn't even style his hair properly. He put his hands down on the sink staring into the drain. He stared at Jack's electric razor contemplating shaving his hair off for half a moment. He quickly decided against it as he liked his hair. He picked up the razor anyways turning it on and then off again. Setting it down again, he messed up his hair one more time. Not looking at himself in the mirror he fixed his tie leaving the bathroom.

"Ready?" Jack asked him from where he was sitting on the bed. He had come into the room to check on the Doctor, finding that he had dressed in his suit. He quickly followed his lead dressing in his black trousers with a light blue over shirt. He had his boots on and had brought the Doctor's converse in for him to wear. The Doctor swallowed hard then nodded. He sat down next to Jack allowing Jack to help him get his shoes on. Jack laced them up then pulled the Doctor to his feet. Together they left the bedroom, going to the TARDIS. Martha had gone out for the evening to visit with Mickey and Jack didn't call her to let her know that they were leaving.

Entering the TARDIS, the Doctor set the coordinates to the hospital that he had dropped Ben off at. However, he also set the timing for over two weeks out. He wanted to make sure that he gave Ben time to get over the initial stages of the withdrawal. He remembered how much pain he had been in and the fear that he had felt as he worried that he was going to die. He didn't think that he Ben would be allowed visitors during the first few weeks, nor did he want to see him writhing in pain from withdrawing. Since he didn't know which room was Ben's room, he made the choice to land the TARDIS outside of the hospital so that he could go in through the main entrance.

"How can I help you?" A young woman asked from behind the secretary desk. She was the same young woman who had been there the day he brought Ben in and he smiled at her as he pulled out his psychic paper.

"Hello, I am here to see Ben," The Doctor told her handing her the paper. She looked at it and then looked back up at him.

"Do you know Ben's last name?" She questioned. The Doctor shook his head no.

"I brought him in here about two weeks ago for drug addiction," The Doctor informed her. She closed the physic paper and handed it back to him. He didn't look at what it said as he placed the paper back in his pocket. Obviously, it hadn't worked the way he wanted as she still seemed reluctant to release information to him.

"I'm sorry Doctor Smith, but we get a lot of drug addicts in this hospital. Without his last name, I wouldn't be able to accurately tell you which room he is in. If you would like to wait here a moment, I would be happy to get one of our doctors to speak with you," she told him. Neither he nor Jack missed however that she had motioned to their security.

"That is quite all right," The Doctor replied making his smile larger. He turned heading out the door with Jack following him. They made it quickly to the TARDIS

"Plan B?" Jack questioned and the Doctor nodded. He moved the TARDIS to inside the hospital a few hours later. They exited the TARDIS once more walking down the hall together. Each taking a side they checked the rooms and the patients charts hanging outside the room, looking for Ben. It was Jack who found him about twenty minutes into their search. He didn't need to enter the room or get closer as he watched a security guard pacing nearby. They waited until the guard turned the corner in the hall before rushing forward and into Ben's room. The curtain was pulled keeping anyone who entered from seeing him. The Doctor moved hesitantly forward, while Jack stood in front of the door, preventing anyone from entering as the Doctor spoke to the man.

"Ben?" The Doctor questioned softly, his voice barely audible.

"Go away," Ben replied unhappily. The Doctor didn't listen to him as he went through the curtain. Ben was paler and skinnier than the last time the Doctor had seen him. His right wrist was handcuffed to the bed and his skin around the handcuff was rubbed raw from him trying to escape. He glared at the Doctor as he stepped closer. "Oh, it's you."

"How are you doing?" the Doctor asked trying to sound pleasant.

"How does it look like I am doing? It is because of you that I am trapped in this hospital in the first place. It is also because of you that my wife left me and took our children. You couldn't just let me be happy, now could you," Ben snapped angrily at the Doctor.

"I helped you," the Doctor protested. "That powder was killing you, the same as it had been killing me. You can't blame me for your wife leaving you for taking drugs."

"It is because of you that she found out," Ben replied.

"She would have found out eventually anyways. You can't hide drug usage forever," Jack argued him. Ben looked at the Doctor.

"Get out of my room," He snapped angrily.

"Fine," The Doctor responded going towards the door. He stepped out of the room with Jack following him. He knew exactly how Ben felt being trapped in the hospital while his body ached from the pain of the drugs leaving his system. Two weeks apparently hadn't been enough time for him to come to terms with what happened to him at the hands of Micha. Going back to his TARDIS, he decided that he wasn't ready yet to give up on trying to talk to Ben. He jumped forward a few weeks hoping that this time Ben would be willing to talk to him. If not, maybe it was time for him to go see Sarah Jane.