Challenge 899 - Slow to heal
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m_findlowTitle: Slow to heal
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Length: 300 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 899 - Fog at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: Ianto is fed up with his prolonged recovery. A triple drabble.
Argh! The cry erupted from the most unlikely of places, causing Jack to jump in alarm and rush from his office. ‘Ianto! What is it? What’s wrong?’ Jack rushed over to his desk.
‘I can’t take it anymore! he cried. I’m losing my mind here, literally. I can’t even write up my reports because I keep drawing a blank on the word I want to use. I know there’s a word for it, but I can't remember what it is. I feel like I'm getting dementia. Oh god,’ he moaned. ‘I'm getting dementia, aren't I? I’m not even thirty and I'm forgetting basic words. I’m going to be a drooling incoherent mess in a home this time next year.’
Jack chuckled and then set a reassuring hand on Ianto’s shoulder.’ Calm down. You’re not getting dementia and you’re not going to end up in a home. Brain fog is a very common, medium-term side effect of that virus you had two weeks ago. It's just going to take a bit of time for you to fully recover, that’s all.’
‘And in the meantime I'm just supposed to be okay with not being able to speak English properly? What if I forget how to talk altogether? Or which side of the road I'm supposed to be driving on?’
‘I think the other cars on the road travelling in the same direction will be a giveaway,’ Jack replied. ‘And if you forget how to speak English, you can always fall back on your Welsh. No one will be able to understand a word you say, of course…’
‘Gee, thanks. I feel so much better now. What am I supposed to do until then?’
‘Write reports the way Owen does. Keep them simple.’
Ianto huffed. ‘I’ll need to go buy some crayons then.’
Argh! The cry erupted from the most unlikely of places, causing Jack to jump in alarm and rush from his office. ‘Ianto! What is it? What’s wrong?’ Jack rushed over to his desk.
‘I can’t take it anymore! he cried. I’m losing my mind here, literally. I can’t even write up my reports because I keep drawing a blank on the word I want to use. I know there’s a word for it, but I can't remember what it is. I feel like I'm getting dementia. Oh god,’ he moaned. ‘I'm getting dementia, aren't I? I’m not even thirty and I'm forgetting basic words. I’m going to be a drooling incoherent mess in a home this time next year.’
Jack chuckled and then set a reassuring hand on Ianto’s shoulder.’ Calm down. You’re not getting dementia and you’re not going to end up in a home. Brain fog is a very common, medium-term side effect of that virus you had two weeks ago. It's just going to take a bit of time for you to fully recover, that’s all.’
‘And in the meantime I'm just supposed to be okay with not being able to speak English properly? What if I forget how to talk altogether? Or which side of the road I'm supposed to be driving on?’
‘I think the other cars on the road travelling in the same direction will be a giveaway,’ Jack replied. ‘And if you forget how to speak English, you can always fall back on your Welsh. No one will be able to understand a word you say, of course…’
‘Gee, thanks. I feel so much better now. What am I supposed to do until then?’
‘Write reports the way Owen does. Keep them simple.’
Ianto huffed. ‘I’ll need to go buy some crayons then.’
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Date: 2026-01-11 10:52 am (UTC)