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dru_evilista"Ianto? Ianto luv, talk to me!" Owen started examining Ianto, checking for any physical injuries, while feeling under the couch for the medkit he kept there. He pulled it out, rifling through with one hand.
Jack moved up, running his hand through Ianto’s hair, making soothing noises as Ianto started to stir.
"They're dead. I killed them." Ianto mumbled, eyes not quite meeting Jack’s,
“No one’s dead Ianto. See? We’re all here.”
“Weevils. Weevils are.” Ianto murmured, eyes sliding closed.
Owen blinked, looking from Ianto, towards the cells. "...good. Jack go get me some blankets. He's in shock, we need to keep him warm."
Jack nodded sharply and ran to do as ordered.
"oh god, Coc oen, they’re dead." The younger man said quietly, making it sound almost like a question.
"Shh luv, it’s not your fault. Jack, wait! We need to move him to the autopsy bay. I need to start and IV and start pushing fluids and pressors."
"What? How bad is this?" Jack stared at Owen wide eyed.
"Neurogenic shock. Probably. Blood pressure, heart rate, temperature are all dropping. The way he described it before, the pain went through his nervous system. Need to get his vitals up now." Owen said, sliding an arm under Ianto’s back and lifted him. Ianto remained limp in his arms, head lolling against the doctor’s shoulders.
Jack quickly moved forward and picked Ianto up carefully, carrying him down the steps into the autopsy bay, laying him down on the table. Ianto remained still, eyes closed.
Owen ran around quickly, grabbing things he would need.
"What can I do?" Jack asked staring, wide eyed, eyes flicking from following Owen to Ianto's chest, as if he could stare through it and see the slowing heartbeat he was focusing on.
"Blankets. Get blankets." Owen said, giving him a light push back up the steps. He figured that would keep him out of the way for a minute or two, and make him feel useful.
As Jack raced off to get the blankets, Owen unknotted Ianto’s tie, and unfastened his belt. He pulled off the younger man’s shoes.
"Stupid bastard. You’ll be all right, Yan." Owen spoke to his unresponsive lover as he hooked up the monitors, inserted a IV, and injected the norepinephrine and atropine.
“You’ll be fine, and next time you’ll listen to me huh?”
He watched the monitors for several minutes, letting out a breath when Ianto's vital signs began to stabilize.
Ianto stirred again and blinked up at him. "What's goin..?" his question trailed off.
"It's okay. You're okay. I'm taking care of you." Owen soothed while he watched the monitors and grabbed more doses of the drugs, setting them nearby in case they might be needed.
"The weevils..." Ianto whispered.
"It's okay. It's no big deal. We didn't like them anyway. Did us all a favor. My head feels better already!" Owen tried to sound cheerful, while he stroked Ianto's hair.
"I- I oh god I killed them! With my mind! How could I –"
"Ianto shhh. Don't think about it. We'll worry about that later when you're better. Just relax, breathe."
Jack came running back into the autopsy bay with a arm full of blankets. "Ianto? Sweetheart, hey." he said gently while he started covering Ianto in blankets.
Owen made a hmming noise. "Table's cold..Jack pick him up, carefully, and I'll throw a couple blankets down."
Jack looked like a nervous wreck, he never was really any good in a medical emergency, Owen decided. He slid his arms under Ianto and carefully picked him up, trying to make sure he didn't knock anything out, while Owen threw down a couple of blankets. Jack then carefully laid him back down, while Owen checked all the leads and the IV.
"Weevils?" Ianto asked again, eyes trailing towards the steps.
OC suddenly bobbed into sight, as if on cue and projected a hologram of the cell rooms. All the weevils, aside from Janet and Brad, were huddled against the wall, dead or dying on the floor, bleeding from every orifice. The ones who could still move were clawing at their faces in pain.
"Fuck! OC, Out!" Owen barked, throwing a medical tray at the camera as Ianto gasped in horror. The machines monitoring him wailed. OC flew out of the room chittering and beeping.
"Ianto, Ianto it's okay. It's fine. Luv calm down!" Owen winced at the displays. "His vitals are all over the place! I don't know wither to give him more atropine, or knock him out.’
"Oh god. I'm a monster!" Ianto sobbed, struggling to sit up.
"...sedatives it is." Owen muttered grabbing a syringe, and emptying into the IV. Within a few seconds Ianto was unconscious.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I'm going to kill that camera!" Owen snarled, slamming his fist against one of the counters.
Jack covered his face, and fell down on the steps. "Goddess. Why does this shit keep happening to us?"
Jack moved up, running his hand through Ianto’s hair, making soothing noises as Ianto started to stir.
"They're dead. I killed them." Ianto mumbled, eyes not quite meeting Jack’s,
“No one’s dead Ianto. See? We’re all here.”
“Weevils. Weevils are.” Ianto murmured, eyes sliding closed.
Owen blinked, looking from Ianto, towards the cells. "...good. Jack go get me some blankets. He's in shock, we need to keep him warm."
Jack nodded sharply and ran to do as ordered.
"oh god, Coc oen, they’re dead." The younger man said quietly, making it sound almost like a question.
"Shh luv, it’s not your fault. Jack, wait! We need to move him to the autopsy bay. I need to start and IV and start pushing fluids and pressors."
"What? How bad is this?" Jack stared at Owen wide eyed.
"Neurogenic shock. Probably. Blood pressure, heart rate, temperature are all dropping. The way he described it before, the pain went through his nervous system. Need to get his vitals up now." Owen said, sliding an arm under Ianto’s back and lifted him. Ianto remained limp in his arms, head lolling against the doctor’s shoulders.
Jack quickly moved forward and picked Ianto up carefully, carrying him down the steps into the autopsy bay, laying him down on the table. Ianto remained still, eyes closed.
Owen ran around quickly, grabbing things he would need.
"What can I do?" Jack asked staring, wide eyed, eyes flicking from following Owen to Ianto's chest, as if he could stare through it and see the slowing heartbeat he was focusing on.
"Blankets. Get blankets." Owen said, giving him a light push back up the steps. He figured that would keep him out of the way for a minute or two, and make him feel useful.
As Jack raced off to get the blankets, Owen unknotted Ianto’s tie, and unfastened his belt. He pulled off the younger man’s shoes.
"Stupid bastard. You’ll be all right, Yan." Owen spoke to his unresponsive lover as he hooked up the monitors, inserted a IV, and injected the norepinephrine and atropine.
“You’ll be fine, and next time you’ll listen to me huh?”
He watched the monitors for several minutes, letting out a breath when Ianto's vital signs began to stabilize.
Ianto stirred again and blinked up at him. "What's goin..?" his question trailed off.
"It's okay. You're okay. I'm taking care of you." Owen soothed while he watched the monitors and grabbed more doses of the drugs, setting them nearby in case they might be needed.
"The weevils..." Ianto whispered.
"It's okay. It's no big deal. We didn't like them anyway. Did us all a favor. My head feels better already!" Owen tried to sound cheerful, while he stroked Ianto's hair.
"I- I oh god I killed them! With my mind! How could I –"
"Ianto shhh. Don't think about it. We'll worry about that later when you're better. Just relax, breathe."
Jack came running back into the autopsy bay with a arm full of blankets. "Ianto? Sweetheart, hey." he said gently while he started covering Ianto in blankets.
Owen made a hmming noise. "Table's cold..Jack pick him up, carefully, and I'll throw a couple blankets down."
Jack looked like a nervous wreck, he never was really any good in a medical emergency, Owen decided. He slid his arms under Ianto and carefully picked him up, trying to make sure he didn't knock anything out, while Owen threw down a couple of blankets. Jack then carefully laid him back down, while Owen checked all the leads and the IV.
"Weevils?" Ianto asked again, eyes trailing towards the steps.
OC suddenly bobbed into sight, as if on cue and projected a hologram of the cell rooms. All the weevils, aside from Janet and Brad, were huddled against the wall, dead or dying on the floor, bleeding from every orifice. The ones who could still move were clawing at their faces in pain.
"Fuck! OC, Out!" Owen barked, throwing a medical tray at the camera as Ianto gasped in horror. The machines monitoring him wailed. OC flew out of the room chittering and beeping.
"Ianto, Ianto it's okay. It's fine. Luv calm down!" Owen winced at the displays. "His vitals are all over the place! I don't know wither to give him more atropine, or knock him out.’
"Oh god. I'm a monster!" Ianto sobbed, struggling to sit up.
"...sedatives it is." Owen muttered grabbing a syringe, and emptying into the IV. Within a few seconds Ianto was unconscious.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK! I'm going to kill that camera!" Owen snarled, slamming his fist against one of the counters.
Jack covered his face, and fell down on the steps. "Goddess. Why does this shit keep happening to us?"
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