"Yeah," Jack sighed. He had the strongest urge to reach up and cover the Doctor's hand with his own. But he didn't, he held back. They weren't in the place where they could do that now. In a way that hurt more than the pain in is body.

He watched the Doctor as he moved, and in his mind he was just making the most of being there with him again, until it was over. But then you never really did appreciate what you had until you lost it, or until you knew you were going to lose it.

Despite his eagerness to stay awake though, his body had other ideas, and his lids became heavy as he watched the Doctor. So with reluctance, he let his eyes drift closed, and he let himself go to a nightmare riddled sleep.