"We'll figure it out together," he promised. "Maybe see if we can get a hold of the Doctor to give us a hand." But Jack fell silent as Martha brought her hand up and touched his temple. At first, there was a flicker of confusion in his eyes. But then he realized that the Webley must've left some power residue after he'd shot himself. Jack sighed and nodded quietly.
"I thought I was going to lose you," he explained. "With the amount of blood you were losing, I couldn't afford to take the chance that I might die from my own injuries before I could get you inside. So I sped things up and shot myself. You know I'm fine though... I've got a headache, but I'm fine. I wasn't going to risk losing you, Martha." Jack shook his head and met her eyes with his own. "I love you," he added softly.