Challenge 882 - Bloody nuisance
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m_findlowTitle: Bloody nuisance
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 882 - Taste at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto is injured, but it isn't as bad as it looks. A double drabble.
The explosion had been big enough to propel Ianto across the room, hitting his head hard, but not hard enough to knock him out entirely. There were patches of dark spots and bright specks swimming in his vision but he slowly blinked them away. He knew better than to close his eyes, lest his body take that as a sign he was giving up.
Slowly, gingerly, he managed to roll over onto his side, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. It tasted awful, all metallic and warm, filling his mouth and trying to choke him as it followed gravity towards the back of his throat.
Jack caught the motion as he rushed over, looking ragged but otherwise unhurt except for a few abrasions. Jack frantically began pawing at him, looking for the source of his injuries as Ianto spat out more blood.
When Jack didn't find any serious external wounds his voice grew panicked, realising the injuries had to be internal, and Ianto still drooling out more blood. ‘It's okay, Ianto, just hold on, okay?’ Jack pleaded. ‘I'm going to call an ambulance.’
‘It's okay,’ Ianto mumbled through bloody lips. ‘Pretty sure I just bit my tongue really hard.’
The explosion had been big enough to propel Ianto across the room, hitting his head hard, but not hard enough to knock him out entirely. There were patches of dark spots and bright specks swimming in his vision but he slowly blinked them away. He knew better than to close his eyes, lest his body take that as a sign he was giving up.
Slowly, gingerly, he managed to roll over onto his side, spitting out a large mouthful of blood. It tasted awful, all metallic and warm, filling his mouth and trying to choke him as it followed gravity towards the back of his throat.
Jack caught the motion as he rushed over, looking ragged but otherwise unhurt except for a few abrasions. Jack frantically began pawing at him, looking for the source of his injuries as Ianto spat out more blood.
When Jack didn't find any serious external wounds his voice grew panicked, realising the injuries had to be internal, and Ianto still drooling out more blood. ‘It's okay, Ianto, just hold on, okay?’ Jack pleaded. ‘I'm going to call an ambulance.’
‘It's okay,’ Ianto mumbled through bloody lips. ‘Pretty sure I just bit my tongue really hard.’
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Date: 2025-09-14 09:36 am (UTC)