Disclaimer: Don't own Torchwood.
A/N: This will be a short two or three-shot.
Someone Saved My Life Tonight
Depression: it's such a cold thing. The emotional pain, it never goes away. I picked up the shining silver knife from the table in front of me and put the blade in the palm of my hand. I closed my fist around it and wrapped my other hand around the handle. I ripped it out. The pain was unbearable for a few seconds, then it began to fade. I put the knife back in my hand and repeated the process until I could no longer feel pain, only numbness. I looked down at the hand engulfing the blade and saw the bright red blood dripping down my arm and pooling on the table. I let my bloody forearm fall to the table and opened my hand so the knife could fall out. The skin of my hand was all torn and gashed, blood pouring from the wounds. Coming to my senses, I stood up, taking care to elevate my arm and rushed to the medical area. No one else was around, which was good because I wouldn't have to explain my injury. I began to sanitize and bandage the cuts, taking great care to clean up the mess I made.
"Ianto!" a voice yelled.