Guilt - 42/70ish
Title: Guilt
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure, although it takes place pre-S1.
Summary: Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you. - Well, what if he did?
This chapter: The doctors have some news about Ianto...
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.
Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
Chapter Forty-Two
With his heart in his throat as he digested the doctor’s words, Jack sank into one of the chairs that lined the room. Tosh and Suzie took those around him; the three of them huddled together as if that could ward off any bad news the doctor might impart.
The sombre doctor pulled a chair out from the wall, dragging it around so he could face them.
“Damn it, just tell us already,” Jack burst out, unable to stand the silence. “If he’s… if he’s… you know… I, we, want to know.”
The doctor nodded. “Let’s not talk of that quite yet. As you know, Mr Jones had lost an awful lot of blood before he came in, and there was significant damage internally too. Now, we did manage to patch him up…”
Tosh closed her eyes, a little relieved, but the doctor was still talking.
“… and we’ve given him a transfusion, but he’s still in a critical condition. The next few hours will be crucial.”
“When can we see him?” Jack’s voice was unusually deferential.
“We’re currently transferring him to the ICU, but we’ll let you know when he’s settled and you can see him then.”
Busy digesting all the information they’d been given, they barely noticed when the doctor slipped back out the door.
Unlike the time spent waiting while Ianto was in surgery, the next twenty minutes flew past for Jack and Tosh, who weren’t completely aware of their surroundings.
Their heads snapped up when the door swung open with a bang and Owen came in, looking haggard.
“They’ve gotten him sorted out in ICU now, I can take you up,” he sighed. “It’s…” He shook his head. “It’s not looking very good at the moment, though.”
Even though he had a habit of teasing the younger man, and did his best to maintain his gruff reputation, it was clear from the look on his face now how much he’d grown to like and respect Ianto. He, and the surgical team at the hospital, had done pretty much everything they could for Ianto medically. Now it was just a waiting game, to see if Ianto’s body would start repairing itself, and waiting had always been a part of medicine Owen hated.
Although Owen had warned them, and they already knew it was bad, actually walking into the ICU and seeing Ianto was a bit of a shock for the rest of the team. While he wasn’t on a ventilator, he still had an oxygen mask on, and there were various wires and tubes connected around him. Machines beeped, and every few seconds another tiny droplet fell in the intravenous drip.
“We’re hoping that he stabilises in the next few hours,” Owen said tiredly.
“Is he likely to wake up?” Jack asked, his eyes fixed on all the medical equipment helping his young team member cling to life.
Owen shrugged uncomfortably. “There’s no way to know. The anaesthetic should be wearing off soon, but we can’t say for sure if he’ll wake up right away.” The words ‘if at all’ weren’t spoken, but were heard loud and clear nevertheless.
The four stood around awkwardly for a few minutes, not quite sure what to do next. Knowing there wasn’t much they could do but wait. Wait and see.
“Look,” Suzie eventually said. “Why don’t I take care of watching the Hub tonight? Someone needs to, and…” She trailed off. They all knew that Jack lived there, and that, as a result, he took the vast majority of the overnight shifts. It was also clear that neither Jack nor Tosh would easily be torn from Ianto’s bedside tonight, and Owen would remain in a medical capacity.
Jack nodded his agreement, not really paying proper attention but some part of his brain aware that Suzie’s offer would free the rest of them to carry on looking after Ianto.
After she was gone, Owen managed to procure an extra chair, and the three of them arranged themselves around the unconscious form of their teammate.
Two and a half hours later, Jack and Tosh had barely moved an inch, despite the hard plastic of the chairs. Ianto’s vital signs had begun to stabilise, but he had still yet to awaken.
When Owen and the doctor from before returned with a set of test results, they knew from their faces what they were about to face.
Ianto had slipped into a coma.
Chapter Forty-Three
All comments and concrit welcomed! (Comments = Love <3)
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Ianto/Lisa
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Torchwood is not mine. No matter how much I sometimes wish it was.
Spoilers: Better say everything through s2, just to be sure, although it takes place pre-S1.
Summary: Why didn't you tell us? We could have helped you. - Well, what if he did?
This chapter: The doctors have some news about Ianto...
Thanks to: My beta cazmalfoy for all her wonderful work, and my cheerleaders angelzbabe1989 and piper08 for putting up with me when I whine about being stuck.
Fic starts here
Previous chapters at my master list
Chapter Forty-Two
With his heart in his throat as he digested the doctor’s words, Jack sank into one of the chairs that lined the room. Tosh and Suzie took those around him; the three of them huddled together as if that could ward off any bad news the doctor might impart.
The sombre doctor pulled a chair out from the wall, dragging it around so he could face them.
“Damn it, just tell us already,” Jack burst out, unable to stand the silence. “If he’s… if he’s… you know… I, we, want to know.”
The doctor nodded. “Let’s not talk of that quite yet. As you know, Mr Jones had lost an awful lot of blood before he came in, and there was significant damage internally too. Now, we did manage to patch him up…”
Tosh closed her eyes, a little relieved, but the doctor was still talking.
“… and we’ve given him a transfusion, but he’s still in a critical condition. The next few hours will be crucial.”
“When can we see him?” Jack’s voice was unusually deferential.
“We’re currently transferring him to the ICU, but we’ll let you know when he’s settled and you can see him then.”
Busy digesting all the information they’d been given, they barely noticed when the doctor slipped back out the door.
Unlike the time spent waiting while Ianto was in surgery, the next twenty minutes flew past for Jack and Tosh, who weren’t completely aware of their surroundings.
Their heads snapped up when the door swung open with a bang and Owen came in, looking haggard.
“They’ve gotten him sorted out in ICU now, I can take you up,” he sighed. “It’s…” He shook his head. “It’s not looking very good at the moment, though.”
Even though he had a habit of teasing the younger man, and did his best to maintain his gruff reputation, it was clear from the look on his face now how much he’d grown to like and respect Ianto. He, and the surgical team at the hospital, had done pretty much everything they could for Ianto medically. Now it was just a waiting game, to see if Ianto’s body would start repairing itself, and waiting had always been a part of medicine Owen hated.
Although Owen had warned them, and they already knew it was bad, actually walking into the ICU and seeing Ianto was a bit of a shock for the rest of the team. While he wasn’t on a ventilator, he still had an oxygen mask on, and there were various wires and tubes connected around him. Machines beeped, and every few seconds another tiny droplet fell in the intravenous drip.
“We’re hoping that he stabilises in the next few hours,” Owen said tiredly.
“Is he likely to wake up?” Jack asked, his eyes fixed on all the medical equipment helping his young team member cling to life.
Owen shrugged uncomfortably. “There’s no way to know. The anaesthetic should be wearing off soon, but we can’t say for sure if he’ll wake up right away.” The words ‘if at all’ weren’t spoken, but were heard loud and clear nevertheless.
The four stood around awkwardly for a few minutes, not quite sure what to do next. Knowing there wasn’t much they could do but wait. Wait and see.
“Look,” Suzie eventually said. “Why don’t I take care of watching the Hub tonight? Someone needs to, and…” She trailed off. They all knew that Jack lived there, and that, as a result, he took the vast majority of the overnight shifts. It was also clear that neither Jack nor Tosh would easily be torn from Ianto’s bedside tonight, and Owen would remain in a medical capacity.
Jack nodded his agreement, not really paying proper attention but some part of his brain aware that Suzie’s offer would free the rest of them to carry on looking after Ianto.
After she was gone, Owen managed to procure an extra chair, and the three of them arranged themselves around the unconscious form of their teammate.
Two and a half hours later, Jack and Tosh had barely moved an inch, despite the hard plastic of the chairs. Ianto’s vital signs had begun to stabilise, but he had still yet to awaken.
When Owen and the doctor from before returned with a set of test results, they knew from their faces what they were about to face.
Ianto had slipped into a coma.
Chapter Forty-Three
All comments and concrit welcomed! (Comments = Love <3)