The Doctor hadn't slept. For the first hour or two, he laid with Jack and watched him sleep. It was something he was envious of, the way Jack could just sleep. He'd stood, dressed, and prepared to go to the console room for a while the first time Jack woke. After the second time, he decided not to leave the room, just in case. He vanished just long enough to procure a lap-based computer (nothing so mundane as a laptop, of course), and began looking through the medical information he'd acquired from the hospital.
He texted Martha Jones and forwarded a few of the shots to her. She'd never seen anything like it before, though the Doctor wasn't surprised. The Doctor had seen a lot of things, too, but he'd never seen it before, either.
They needed to go somewhere more extensive.
Jack's voice made him look up. Jack was blurry through the Doctor's reading glasses, though he gave him a smile anyway.
Jack swung his legs over the edge of the sofa, pulling the coat with him, leaving it over his lap. He rubbed his hand over his face and blinked a few more times.
"What you doing?" he asked lightly, gesturing a hand out towards him. "You get some rest?"
He doubted he did, of course, though he was glad that he was there when he woke, even if he hadn't woken in his arms. It was a rare thing for him to want, and perhaps one of the more private desires. And private even now.
"Don't suppose you're cooking me a fried breakfast on that thing?"
"Just looking over a few things," the Doctor said, swiftly setting the device to the 'off' position. Jack didn't need to know how strange it was, he didn't need to know what could be happening to his brain. He also didn't need to know how much the Doctor was worrying about it.
"But! I think breakfast is definitely in order. Then, somewhere new. I know just the place." Rambling was an excellent distraction, something to turn the topic from where the Doctor's mind had been.
"A few things, eh?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised. "Well that's informative."
He settled back a little into the couch and ran a hand up through his hair. "Where've you got in mind?" he asked. He was curious, and curious too as to what the Doctor had been doing. History if nothing else seemed to tell Jack that the minute someone didn't want to share something, was the minute his curiosity for it piqued.
"And I need a shower," Jack said, voicing his unrelated thought process.
He stood himself up and threw the Doctor's coat back in his direction. "Where's the nearest?" he asked. "I doubt there's one in the garage?" Beat. "You could always join me if you wanted."
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He texted Martha Jones and forwarded a few of the shots to her. She'd never seen anything like it before, though the Doctor wasn't surprised. The Doctor had seen a lot of things, too, but he'd never seen it before, either.
They needed to go somewhere more extensive.
Jack's voice made him look up. Jack was blurry through the Doctor's reading glasses, though he gave him a smile anyway.
"Hey. And, well, thereabouts. Early-ish."
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"What you doing?" he asked lightly, gesturing a hand out towards him. "You get some rest?"
He doubted he did, of course, though he was glad that he was there when he woke, even if he hadn't woken in his arms. It was a rare thing for him to want, and perhaps one of the more private desires. And private even now.
"Don't suppose you're cooking me a fried breakfast on that thing?"
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"But! I think breakfast is definitely in order. Then, somewhere new. I know just the place." Rambling was an excellent distraction, something to turn the topic from where the Doctor's mind had been.
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He settled back a little into the couch and ran a hand up through his hair. "Where've you got in mind?" he asked. He was curious, and curious too as to what the Doctor had been doing. History if nothing else seemed to tell Jack that the minute someone didn't want to share something, was the minute his curiosity for it piqued.
"And I need a shower," Jack said, voicing his unrelated thought process.
He stood himself up and threw the Doctor's coat back in his direction. "Where's the nearest?" he asked. "I doubt there's one in the garage?" Beat. "You could always join me if you wanted."
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