Double Drabble: Medical Emergency
Title: Medical Emergency
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 778: Sick at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There’s a medical emergency at the Hub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What the fuck’s that noise?” Owen grumbled as he staggered into the Hub, bleary-eyed and slightly hungover, having been dragged from someone else’s bed in the middle on the night to deal with an undisclosed medical emergency. “Sounds like the world’s biggest cat trying to cough up a hairball.”
“It’s Myfanwy, she’s caught a cold,” Ianto said, hurrying past the medic with a steaming bucket of water in one hand and what looked like an old bedspread rolled up under his other arm. “I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised, considering how cold and wet this summer’s been. I thought I’d see if steam inhalation will help her breathing. It’s not as if the poor old girl can blow her nose.”
“That’s what you called me for? A dinosaur with a head cold?”
The croaking, hacking sound came again, and Ianto bustled away in the direction of Myfanwy’s eyrie. “Yes, Owen, because you’re a doctor and I’d hoped you could figure out what decongestants would be safe for her. Maybe I should’ve called Martha instead; at least she’d try to help the patient.”
Owen sighed. “Fine, I’ll take a look, but if she sneezes on me, you’re payin’ the cleaning bill.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 778: Sick at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: There’s a medical emergency at the Hub.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“What the fuck’s that noise?” Owen grumbled as he staggered into the Hub, bleary-eyed and slightly hungover, having been dragged from someone else’s bed in the middle on the night to deal with an undisclosed medical emergency. “Sounds like the world’s biggest cat trying to cough up a hairball.”
“It’s Myfanwy, she’s caught a cold,” Ianto said, hurrying past the medic with a steaming bucket of water in one hand and what looked like an old bedspread rolled up under his other arm. “I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised, considering how cold and wet this summer’s been. I thought I’d see if steam inhalation will help her breathing. It’s not as if the poor old girl can blow her nose.”
“That’s what you called me for? A dinosaur with a head cold?”
The croaking, hacking sound came again, and Ianto bustled away in the direction of Myfanwy’s eyrie. “Yes, Owen, because you’re a doctor and I’d hoped you could figure out what decongestants would be safe for her. Maybe I should’ve called Martha instead; at least she’d try to help the patient.”
Owen sighed. “Fine, I’ll take a look, but if she sneezes on me, you’re payin’ the cleaning bill.”
The End