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She wakes to the sound of knocking, not particularly loud, but insistent. She rolls over, frowning, and glances at the luminous numbers of the clock on her bedside table. It's the middle of the night. She screws up her eyes in preparation for the light and hits the switch above the bedside table. The light above her bed flicks on and floods the room with brightness.


That's Jack's voice. He wouldn't wake her at this hour unless it were important. She leaps out of bed and grabs her dressing gown off the hook on the back of the door. She wraps herself in its folds and pulls open the door.

Her jaw drops. He looks awful; his face is pale and drawn, and there's a bloodstained bandage wrapped tightly around his shoulder.

"Oh my god!" she cries as she steps back, pulling the door open wider to let her friend in. "What happened to you?"

She turns on the main light switch and closes the door behind Jack.

"Sit down."

Date: 2009-07-20 03:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] capngreatcoat.livejournal.com
The adrenaline that surged the instant the fight started and sustained him through the injury when he first received it has drained now, leaving only emptiness and pain in its wake. He's lost blood, though not enough to be in any danger. (He's bled to death plenty of times; it's a horrible way to die.)

Now the adrenaline's gone, he's feeling every bit of the pain in his shoulder, every bit of the blood loss, every bit of the exertion of running for Simon.

He can put himself through a lot, but it's never without cost.

"Short story is, I got shot. I need you to take a look at it. It'll heal good as new, but it won't heal instantly." Not like it would if it had killed him, but he doesn't need to say that. She's seen him die before. She knows what happens.

He sinks down into a chair, glad to be off his feet. God, he's tired. Times like these, when his body's protesting, when he's drained in the wake of an adrenaline rush, remind him why, as a young man, he'd so easily become addicted to drugs. Why he needs a lover to bring him back to exhilaration and make him feel alive again. How many nights, after how many missions, have he and Ianto revived each other from the adrenaline crash?

The emptiness of his room is going to be especially pronounced tonight.


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