After carrying Harry to the hospital, the Doctor knew he had to go and do somewhere else before he could give in to his body and mind's needs but couldn't quite figure out what it was. He instintively walked towards the room of doors and then staggered suddenly. His hand went to his head as pain lanced through it and something within his currently separated mind unlocked and a rush of memories and feelings that had been missing returned.
Rose... the Twins... John...
That had explained the confusing conversation with Harry and he understood the wizard's anger then.
After that he had moved through the Glasgow door to meet his family and after a brief reunion - and with fair warning to Rose - he had finally slipped into a healing coma until Wednesday morning.
The worst of his injuries - both mentally and physically - were now healed but his mind was a twist and mess. The separated aspects had been rejoined and that brought all the paranoia, jealously, wariness - among others - to the surface and hard to deal with.
Right now, he sat in front of the twins, watching them sleep. They were beautiful and had grown since he had seen them in his proper mind. He had missed important things... and he hated himself and the island for it.