"Friend of mine got into a spot of trouble in the city. I came to her assistance. Someone took offense at being shot at and shot me back."
He winces as she unwraps the bandage Simon put on; he's always been a bad patient, but because it's Martha, he doesn't make any comments. (If it were Owen patching him up, like it normally is, they'd be giving each other hell.)
He doesn't meet her eyes as he answers her next question; something she does sends pain lancing through his shoulder, and he winces, only partly at the physical pain.
"Ianto's gone," he says. Try as he might, he can't quite keep his voice level when he says it. "Vanished a few days ago. I think whatever runs this place sent him home."
And left Jack here. God, he was only coping with this place because he had Ianto. Now what's he got?
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Date: 2009-07-20 03:27 pm (UTC)He winces as she unwraps the bandage Simon put on; he's always been a bad patient, but because it's Martha, he doesn't make any comments. (If it were Owen patching him up, like it normally is, they'd be giving each other hell.)
He doesn't meet her eyes as he answers her next question; something she does sends pain lancing through his shoulder, and he winces, only partly at the physical pain.
"Ianto's gone," he says. Try as he might, he can't quite keep his voice level when he says it. "Vanished a few days ago. I think whatever runs this place sent him home."
And left Jack here. God, he was only coping with this place because he had Ianto. Now what's he got?