Jack was feeling so weak ans sick. He didn't seem to even make an attempt to leave the bathroom. Even if he was uncomfortable. He smiled weakly and looked at Ianto. "I know they will help." He held his stomach. The immortal looked close to throwing up again.
He wasn't sure if his stomach would settle or not. He pulled away from Ianto and leaned over the toliet.
The Doctor headed off with Rose to help with the work that needed doing around Torchwood. he hoped that Jack hadn't gotten too sick. He didn't know what would be wrong with his friend.