Challenge 728 - Patient demands
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Title: Patient demands
Character: Ianto, Owen, Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 728 - Soft at
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Summary: Jack has made some firm demands for his recuperation. A double drabble.
‘No swede, for god’s sake!’ Jack yelled at Owen’s back as he retreated from the medical suite, keeping his own grumblings under his breath. Bloody hell but Jack made the worst patient of all time, and that was saying something after everything he’d seen working in A and E.
‘He’s all yours,’ Owen said, passing Ianto in the hallway. ‘God knows even you don’t deserve it, but I don't get paid enough and he’s your boyfriend anyway.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘Gee, thanks.’
‘And what’s with all the yelling about swede? He’s been fixated on it for hours now. Starting to think he copped a blow to the head as well.’
Ianto sighed. ‘You told him he could only have soft foods to eat, right?’
Owen snorted. ‘Yeah, well when something rips out half your throat, I'm hardly going to suggest he dine on steak and boiled sweets, am I? Amazing he’s got enough throat to yell and complain. Typical Jack.’
Ianto nodded in agreement. ‘Let’s just say Jack’s had more than his lifetime’s share of mashed swede. I think he’d rather have his fingernails removed with pliers than eat another swede. I’ll put apple puree on the shopping list.’
‘No swede, for god’s sake!’ Jack yelled at Owen’s back as he retreated from the medical suite, keeping his own grumblings under his breath. Bloody hell but Jack made the worst patient of all time, and that was saying something after everything he’d seen working in A and E.
‘He’s all yours,’ Owen said, passing Ianto in the hallway. ‘God knows even you don’t deserve it, but I don't get paid enough and he’s your boyfriend anyway.’
Ianto rolled his eyes. ‘Gee, thanks.’
‘And what’s with all the yelling about swede? He’s been fixated on it for hours now. Starting to think he copped a blow to the head as well.’
Ianto sighed. ‘You told him he could only have soft foods to eat, right?’
Owen snorted. ‘Yeah, well when something rips out half your throat, I'm hardly going to suggest he dine on steak and boiled sweets, am I? Amazing he’s got enough throat to yell and complain. Typical Jack.’
Ianto nodded in agreement. ‘Let’s just say Jack’s had more than his lifetime’s share of mashed swede. I think he’d rather have his fingernails removed with pliers than eat another swede. I’ll put apple puree on the shopping list.’