Challenge 828 - Bruised ego
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m_findlowTitle: Bruised ego
Character: Tosh, Owen
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 828 - Drop at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Not all injuries are equal. A double drabble.
‘Ow,’ Tosh groaned as he gingerly applied the bag of ice Owen offered her, wincing from the cold as much as the pain. She held it in place despite and curved an eyebrow at their medic. ‘What? No smart remarks?’
‘I’m not a complete arse, Tosh,’ Owen replied, making some notes on a tablet for her medical file, which must be lengthy and fascinating by now. ‘Besides, you dropping a computer on your foot is hardly worth insulting. Ianto managed to drop an entire broken shelf worth of unknown alien objects on his head last week. Not sure if he ended up gaga because of the concussion or because he activated something in its way down trying to crack his skull open.’
Ah, so that explained him being missing the other day, she realised. ‘I must be so boring by comparison.’ Small wonder Owen had no time for her, not even to tease.
Owen set the tablet down. ‘Tosh, I’ll take dealing with a busted ankle any day of the week. It beats trying to save someone from something deadly or incurable.’
Tosh managed a small smile. ‘I’ll remember that and only drop everyday objects on me from now on.’
‘Ow,’ Tosh groaned as he gingerly applied the bag of ice Owen offered her, wincing from the cold as much as the pain. She held it in place despite and curved an eyebrow at their medic. ‘What? No smart remarks?’
‘I’m not a complete arse, Tosh,’ Owen replied, making some notes on a tablet for her medical file, which must be lengthy and fascinating by now. ‘Besides, you dropping a computer on your foot is hardly worth insulting. Ianto managed to drop an entire broken shelf worth of unknown alien objects on his head last week. Not sure if he ended up gaga because of the concussion or because he activated something in its way down trying to crack his skull open.’
Ah, so that explained him being missing the other day, she realised. ‘I must be so boring by comparison.’ Small wonder Owen had no time for her, not even to tease.
Owen set the tablet down. ‘Tosh, I’ll take dealing with a busted ankle any day of the week. It beats trying to save someone from something deadly or incurable.’
Tosh managed a small smile. ‘I’ll remember that and only drop everyday objects on me from now on.’
