Double Drabble: Injured
Title: Injured
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 523: Broken at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack accidentally damages the team medic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Argh!” yelled Owen, hopping around, clutching his hand. “I think you broke it!”
“Don’t be such a baby,” Jack replied. “Why is it you doctors are always the ones who make the biggest fuss when you’re injured or ill? I’m sure it’s not broken; probably just bruised. Stick it under the cold tap or something when we get back to the Hub.”
“Jack, what did you do?” Ianto asked. The other two had only been alone for a few minutes, carrying the body of the dead alien to the SUV while he took care of cleanup.
“Nothing!”
“He slammed the bloody boot on my finger!” Owen whimpered, still hopping around.
“Whose fault is that? You should’ve moved your hand when I told you to!”
“You didn’t give me a chance!” Tears of pain were gathering in Owen’s eyes as he cradled his abused hand against his chest.
“Let me take a look.” Ianto approached the medic.
“Why? You’re not a doctor!”
“Maybe not, but I like to think I learned a bit from the emergency first aid lessons you gave us.”
Reluctantly, Owen let his colleague look.
“Well done, Jack, you broke his finger. Good thing it’s his left hand.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 523: Broken at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Jack accidentally damages the team medic.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Argh!” yelled Owen, hopping around, clutching his hand. “I think you broke it!”
“Don’t be such a baby,” Jack replied. “Why is it you doctors are always the ones who make the biggest fuss when you’re injured or ill? I’m sure it’s not broken; probably just bruised. Stick it under the cold tap or something when we get back to the Hub.”
“Jack, what did you do?” Ianto asked. The other two had only been alone for a few minutes, carrying the body of the dead alien to the SUV while he took care of cleanup.
“Nothing!”
“He slammed the bloody boot on my finger!” Owen whimpered, still hopping around.
“Whose fault is that? You should’ve moved your hand when I told you to!”
“You didn’t give me a chance!” Tears of pain were gathering in Owen’s eyes as he cradled his abused hand against his chest.
“Let me take a look.” Ianto approached the medic.
“Why? You’re not a doctor!”
“Maybe not, but I like to think I learned a bit from the emergency first aid lessons you gave us.”
Reluctantly, Owen let his colleague look.
“Well done, Jack, you broke his finger. Good thing it’s his left hand.”
The End