Challenge 676 - Chewed up and spat out
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m_findlowTitle: Chewed up and spat out
Character: Jack, Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 676 - Toy at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100
Summary: Jack has to face up to a long, slow healing process. A double drabble.
Owen grimaced as he got his first proper look at Jack's leg. The trip from the zoo in the back of the ambulance had been a bit of a whirlwind. Jack was just keen to get out of there before anyone noticed that it was probably impossible for him not to have bled to death, given his injuries.
'It really did a number on you,' Owen muttered, poking at the mauled flesh of Jack's left leg. It was mostly gone, covered in a few lumps of red muscle that were still clinging to it, and his foot attached by the merest of sinew. He hated to say it, but it might have been better if Jack had lost the leg altogether. It had to surely be less painful.
'Chew toy for a Brackanee,' Jack observed, as if this sort of thing happened every day. 'Not how I hoped my date with Ianto would go. Sorry, by the way,' he apologised.
'Not how I pictured it either,' Ianto replied, standing off somewhere to his left, but totally invisible thanks to misdirected alien tech. 'At least Owen can tell how chewed up you are.'
'Better me than you. That's all that matters.'
Character: Jack, Owen, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: none
Author notes: Written for Challenge 676 - Toy at
tw100Summary: Jack has to face up to a long, slow healing process. A double drabble.
Owen grimaced as he got his first proper look at Jack's leg. The trip from the zoo in the back of the ambulance had been a bit of a whirlwind. Jack was just keen to get out of there before anyone noticed that it was probably impossible for him not to have bled to death, given his injuries.
'It really did a number on you,' Owen muttered, poking at the mauled flesh of Jack's left leg. It was mostly gone, covered in a few lumps of red muscle that were still clinging to it, and his foot attached by the merest of sinew. He hated to say it, but it might have been better if Jack had lost the leg altogether. It had to surely be less painful.
'Chew toy for a Brackanee,' Jack observed, as if this sort of thing happened every day. 'Not how I hoped my date with Ianto would go. Sorry, by the way,' he apologised.
'Not how I pictured it either,' Ianto replied, standing off somewhere to his left, but totally invisible thanks to misdirected alien tech. 'At least Owen can tell how chewed up you are.'
'Better me than you. That's all that matters.'
