Anythingdrabble Challenge 34 - Easing the pain

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Title: Easing the pain
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack, Owen, Ianto
Word Count: 500 words
Rating: PG
Notes: Written for Challenge 34 - Agony at anythingdrabble
Summary: Owen has earnt himself the right to complain.

Jack cringed at the grisly sight in front of him. As far as injuries went, he'd managed to do pretty much everything to himself over the years, but even this one made his stomach turn. He'd broken plenty of bones, and most of them had either been a clean break or a complete shattering of the bone, but never had he managed to snap something so badly that it came protruding outwards, breaking the skin and spurting blood everywhere. That was a gold star effort. If Owen's plan had been to outdo Jack for most horrific injury, he was definitely doing a reasonable job of it.

'Argh!' came the horrendous scream of agony. 'Jesus Christ!' Owen wailed, getting his first glimpse of the bone sticking out of his thigh as he tried to sit up. The shock of it almost made him puke right and then, and he'd seen plenty of bad stuff.

'Don't just stand there!' Owen yelled. 'Do something!'

'Just relax, Owen,' Jack said, trying to wrest back control of the situation.

'Don't tell me to fucking relax! I'm going to bleed out before you bozos do anything,' he said, trying to grab his leg and put pressure on it.

'Ianto, do something,' Jack ordered. Ianto hardly looked like he was keen on the idea of getting involved, but it was just the two of them until they could get more help. Reluctantly, he added his own hands to the gaping wound, pressing down hard.

'Fuck, Teaboy!' Owen screamed.

'You wanted help,' Ianto replied. 'Apply pressure to bleeding wounds, right?'

'Any more pressure and you'll shove the bone right back in!' Owen cried out again. 'Didn't know you were a fucking surgeon!'

'Didn't know you'd lose your shit over a broken bone,' Ianto sniped back, though easing pressure on his leg ever so slightly. He wasn't trying to intentionally cause more pain.

'Okay, I've called an ambulance,' Jack said. 'They're on their way.'

'Great, three hours waiting for some NHS idiots,' Owen griped. 'God, this hurts.'

'Stop squirming, Owen!' Ianto said. He had nothing but his bare hands to try and stem the bleeding, and they were already slick and slippery from the blood. Every movement from Owen only made him lose whatever pressure he could apply.

'You try not squirming! How about I snap your femur out through the skin and see how long you'd last! Fuck!'

After twenty minutes the ambulance still hadn't arrived and Owen was nothing more than a long string of very loud, hate-filled expletives, mainly directed at the only two people trying to help him.

'Isn't there anything we can give him to stop the pain?' Ianto asked. 'He's in agony.'

Jack grabbed his webley and cracked it over the back of Owen's head knocking him out cold.

'That wasn't quite what I meant,' Ianto replied. 'I was thinking morphine.'

'I know, but I the SUV is three miles away and I was in agony having to listen to him carry on.'

Comments

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Ugh! Makes my skinb go all crawly imagining this. Poor Owen. And poor Ianto and Jack. Not a fun situation for anyone!