Double Drabble: Two Of Everything
Title: Two Of Everything
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 473: Double at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Having concussion complicates everything.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto hated being concussed. The pounding headache, dizziness, and other physical discomforts were bad enough, but the worst part was the double vision. It made the simplest things ridiculously difficult.
Owen had given him painkillers and a glass of water to take them with, putting both on the coffee table in front of him as he sat on the sofa. Ianto knew there were two pills and one glass of water, but his eyes were registering four pills and two glasses.
He fumbled across the tabletop with one hand, relying on touch more than sight to find the pills, and after several false starts, managed to get them into his mouth. Picking up the glass was more difficult, but by positioning one hand to each side of what looked to him like two glasses and then bringing his hands together, he got it in a firm grasp. He felt quite proud of himself for coming up with that idea. Not bad, all things considered.
Then he tried to drink, but poured water over his shoulder instead.
“You’re supposed to drink it, not bathe in it,” Jack said, coming to the rescue.
“I know,” Ianto mumbled, “but someone moved my mouth.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Owen, Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 473: Double at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Having concussion complicates everything.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto hated being concussed. The pounding headache, dizziness, and other physical discomforts were bad enough, but the worst part was the double vision. It made the simplest things ridiculously difficult.
Owen had given him painkillers and a glass of water to take them with, putting both on the coffee table in front of him as he sat on the sofa. Ianto knew there were two pills and one glass of water, but his eyes were registering four pills and two glasses.
He fumbled across the tabletop with one hand, relying on touch more than sight to find the pills, and after several false starts, managed to get them into his mouth. Picking up the glass was more difficult, but by positioning one hand to each side of what looked to him like two glasses and then bringing his hands together, he got it in a firm grasp. He felt quite proud of himself for coming up with that idea. Not bad, all things considered.
Then he tried to drink, but poured water over his shoulder instead.
“You’re supposed to drink it, not bathe in it,” Jack said, coming to the rescue.
“I know,” Ianto mumbled, “but someone moved my mouth.”
The End