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The pain's not lessening any, nor becoming any easier to manage as far as Gwen can tell. Sleep's still the order of the day, but while her bouts of consciousness are short, she's much more coherent today than the day before. Speaking's easier because she's learned what causes more pain and what doesn't. Sometimes Peter is there when she comes to

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Ianto afforded himself a shower and a cup of coffee before heading into the clinic to see Gwen. Tosh had not sounded optimistic when they spoke, and Ianto could see why. After taking care of Lisa for so long, he could easily see the signs of stress and pain on Gwen's features.

Pulling off a bit of clean gauze from a roll, Ianto seated himself beside Gwen's bed, a gentle smile on his features. "Hello," he said softly, wiping at her cheeks carefully. "How are you feeling?"

[ You know you want my tag. Screw the timing. ]

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Instinctively, Gwen lifts her hand to clamp her fingers over Ianto's wrist. She can feel his pulse, and on some basic level it's reassuring.

"Ianto," she breathes as she stares up at him, and her eyes are damp but damn it, she is not going to cry anymore. "Are you okay?"

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"I'm fine," he assured her, voice soft but strong as he couldn't imagine a headache from loud noises would be appreciated right now. "I just needed to check on you."

Ianto gently pulled her grip on his wrist open, transferring the bit of gauze to his other hand as he wrapped his fingers around hers. "How are you?"

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"I hurt," Gwen answers honestly and then pulls his hand closer so that she can place a reverent kiss to the knuckles. "I'm so glad to see you," she adds in a quiet murmur against the warmth of his hand as her eyes fall closed again.

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"I wish I had something for you," Ianto said quietly, hating the words as they came out of his mouth, because they were supposed to be for another time and place and person. Not Gwen.

"I'm glad to see you, too," he said, gently brushing her bangs to the side of her face. "Tired?"

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"Yeah," Gwen admits, and sucks in a slow breath. The brush of Ianto's fingertips against her forehead is quietly reassuring. "I've been coming in and out all day. It's hard to sleep when you feel this way." Bearing the pain is far from easy.

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"I know," he said. At least back home, Torchwood had an excellent supply of medications that Ianto kept stocked himself. He tucked some hair behind her ear and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb. "You need anything right now?"