[RL WITH SULU]

[torchwoodteaboy]

Ianto had been cleared by John and the attending nurse to be fit to go, and was currently in the process of getting himself presentable enough to be officially discharged. With Jack off on a call about someone having sighted Myfanwy out in the countryside, and Sulu waiting outside for the taxi they'd called to bring him home, that left him with the job of getting dressed by himself. Which was more easily said than done. He'd managed to get his shirt, pants, and trousers on before he'd had to sit down, which he supposed was a good start, but. It annoyed him that he still tired so easily. John had reassured him nearly half a dozen times that he really did look like he was fully on the mend, and he'd probably reassured Jack and Sulu at least half a dozen more, but Ianto was still left with the feeling that he really ought to be doing better by then. Especially after having spent the last however long it had been since he'd come back doing almost nothing but resting. He was tired of resting, and this hospital, and he just wanted to leave.

And so there he was, sat on the edge of the bed, contemplating exactly how he was going to get his shoes on without falling on his face, with the overwhelming sense of deja-vu washing over him in the process. Every time he tried, before he had even gotten half done with it, he'd had to sit up straight again and take deep breaths to keep his vision from swimming, and it was really starting to bother him. If he really was so ready to go back to his flat and function as a normal human being, the least he should be able to do was put on a bloody pair of trainers...