Title: Senses
Author: Outside Edge
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters merely borrow them from time to time.
Note: Funny things come into your head whilst hanging wallpaper...
Summary: In the aftermath of a Weevil attack, Ianto's thoughts as he receives medical attention.

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Taste

The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, he tried to spit it out.

Touch

Ianto could feel the rough wool of Jacks greatcoat on his cheek.
The dampness of the floor was seeping through the fabric of his suit.
But why was the floor wet?


Smell

The stench of Weevil was all around him.
A back note of spilled blood. His own?
Jack.
He tried to focus on the smell of Jack: soap, wool, a slight hint of gunpowder and gun oil.

Sound

"Look he's gonna be okay all right," Owens voice cut through the air. Was he stating a fact or just convincing himself?
"Hold on Yan, I've got you." Jack murmured in Ianto's ear.
"Gwen, stop catching flies and pass me the trauma kit." Owen snapped, "Tosh quit snivelling will ya?"

Touch

There was pressure on his leg. Owen was applying a tourniquet or something.
Flames of pain shot up his leg.
Ianto cried out.
Jack pulled Ianto's body tighter into his chest, holding him close; his chin resting on Ianto's head.

Sight

Ianto forced his eyes open.
He could see Owen, Gwen and Tosh crowded around him.
Owen looking concerned, but professional.
Gwen's face was tear-stained.
Tosh looked as if she was in shock.
In the background the hunched form of a dead Weevil.
Ianto closed his eyes; he didn't want to be the focus of all this attention.


Sound
"Jack?" he whispered.
"Here." Jack's hand caressed his cheek.
"It hurts." This was a gross understatement of fact.
"I know."
"Stay with me." Ianto gripped Jack's arm.
"Always."

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