Double Drabble: Ianto's Sore Point
Title: Ianto's Sore Point
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 811: Nose at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto suffers a ridiculous injury.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Y’know that saying about keepin’ your nose to the grindstone?” Owen said, examining Ianto’s latest injury. “Didn’t think you were stupid enough to take it literally.”
“This was NOT intentional,” Ianto ground out through clenched teeth, trying his best not to move his head, which wasn’t easy. The way Owen was prodding at his abused nose bloody well hurt!
“Do you want the good news first or the bad news?”
Ianto was fast losing patience with the medic. “Just tell me!”
“Okay, keep your knickers on. Good news is, your nose isn’t broken.” Owen straightened up, shoving his hands in the pockets of his white coat. “Just skinned. But it’s a nasty abrasion, so it’ll need to be kept clean and dry while it’s healing.”
“What’s the bad news then?”
“I have no idea how to bandage the tip of a nose. This stuff doesn’t come up all that often in medical school. It’s not like I did a plastic surgery rotation. I mean, I could try using a tube bandage, and tape the edges to your face, or maybe a wad of gauze…” Owen trailed off and Ianto groaned.
Why did this kind of thing always happen to him?
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 811: Nose at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Ianto suffers a ridiculous injury.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Y’know that saying about keepin’ your nose to the grindstone?” Owen said, examining Ianto’s latest injury. “Didn’t think you were stupid enough to take it literally.”
“This was NOT intentional,” Ianto ground out through clenched teeth, trying his best not to move his head, which wasn’t easy. The way Owen was prodding at his abused nose bloody well hurt!
“Do you want the good news first or the bad news?”
Ianto was fast losing patience with the medic. “Just tell me!”
“Okay, keep your knickers on. Good news is, your nose isn’t broken.” Owen straightened up, shoving his hands in the pockets of his white coat. “Just skinned. But it’s a nasty abrasion, so it’ll need to be kept clean and dry while it’s healing.”
“What’s the bad news then?”
“I have no idea how to bandage the tip of a nose. This stuff doesn’t come up all that often in medical school. It’s not like I did a plastic surgery rotation. I mean, I could try using a tube bandage, and tape the edges to your face, or maybe a wad of gauze…” Owen trailed off and Ianto groaned.
Why did this kind of thing always happen to him?
The End