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[morethanateaboy]

Where : To the Hospital.
Who : Owen, Ianto ... and anyone that might be in the hospital!

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Ianto had lapsed into silence as he walked, occasionally glancing behind him to make sure Owen was still there. He needed to get that hand fixed up and stitched so it wouldn't get any worse, considering it couldn't exactly heal on it's own. The air between

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[cant_shag]

If Ianto had asked, Owen probably would have shrugged it off, and perhaps might have pointed out that there was no boss to shag here, unintentionally rubbing salt in wounds. As it was, dying once had changed Owen's outlook for the worse almost dying again had thankfully changed it for the better.

When the finally reached the clinic, Owen looked around with a discerning eye. "Not bad, not bad," was his final verdict. "Let's find something to do my hand up with then," he continued, rummaging through cupbords.

[morethanateaboy]

"It's probably not what you're used to and all..." Ianto commented from the other side of the room, peering at the bottles of different things on a shelf before spotting and grabbing a roll of gauze. "Found anything?"

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"Oooh!" Owen said has he pulled a jar out of a drawer. "They've got those liquid stitches things. That'll be a help."

He surveyed Ianto critically. "How squeamish are you, Ianto?" he asked.

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"Not so bad." Ianto met Owen's stare as he crossed his arms. "What? Think that I'll be sick over some stitches? This isn't exactly the first time I've done this, you know." His tone was light, with no real offense taken.

Okay, so he's not a doctor or anything, but he has done stitches before.

[cant_shag]

Owen sauntered over towards Andrew, assuming that Ianto would be following along after him. He took in the relatively minor state of Andrew's injury, and Andrew's obvious extreme reaction to it with one quick glance. "Well, what have we here?!" he intoned in a mock-serious voice, his face very straight.

"Hmm, hmm," he continued, pretending to give the finger in question a very close examination, "This is baaad, oh yes." He glanced up at Ianto. "I'm not sure I've ever seen a case quite this serious, have you?" The effort to keep a straight face was increasing, and his eyes twinkled at Ianto with suppressed mirth.

"Let's see then ..." Owen turned to a tray of medical instruments that was sitting on the counter next to Andrew, and started rifling through them. "Don't worry," he said to Andrew, with a lethal looking smile, as he picked up a scalpel, "You can trust me. I'm a doctor."

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Ianto followed Owen, seeing the injury that Andrew had sustained. It didn't look that bad from where he was standing. But Andrew looked pale and shaky, and scared.

At the look Owen shot him, Ianto ducked his head down to hide his grin. Shoulders shaking slightly from trying not to laugh out loud as he listened, he agreed, clearing his throat. "Terrible, really." Poor Andrew, he was in for a shock. Owen's bedside manner was really something else.