As Owen worked on Ianto, Jack stood above the autopsy bay, arms crossed. His jaw was set, as Owen dug the bullet out of his lover's shoulder.
"Arh!"
"Sorry, mate, but it's gotta come out."
Ianto took a deep breath, biting his bottom lip. "Just get on with it!"
Owen frowned. "Touchy."
Digging a little deeper, Owen withdrew the tweezers, showing the offending bullet to Jack. "Got it!"
Jack nodded, taking a deep breath himself.
"I'll bandage him up and then you can take 'im 'ome."
Ianto frowned. "No! I'm fine."
"I'm your doctor and what I say goes. Home. At least a week."
"A week!" Protested the Welshman. "You didn't have a week off when I shot you!"
"I'm the doctor. I looked after myself. You need to let it heal, Ianto. You can't go out in the field injured. You can't clean up around here," he looked up at Jack. "and there is to be absolutely no sexual activity, got it?"
Jack shrugged.
Gwen tittered.
"Shut it, Cooper!" said Owen.
"Oow. Get him," she joked.
Owen glared at her, then turned his attention back to Ianto. "Go home. Let the stitches do their work. Come back in a week. Not before." He moved to the cabinet behind him, taking out a white box. "Pain meds. Take two, four times a day. Don't exceed the dose. They're really strong."
Ianto looked at Jack. "Do I have to?"
Jack looked from Ianto to Owen and back to Ianto. "Yes."
Ianto sighed with frustration.
"Take two tablets and then get out of here!"
Jack walked down the stairs to stand beside the autopsy table. "Just do as he says...Please."
Ianto accepted the tablets and beaker of water from Owen and quickly took them. "I'll be as bored as hell!" He protested.
Jack rubbed his arm. "I'll pop by every day."
Owen scowled at him.
"Just to make sure you don't need anything," he added quickly.
Ianto shook his head. "I still have one good arm!"
Jack pouted.
"Oh, please. Grow up, Jack!" His lover chided.
Jack turned on his heels and headed up to his office. "Tosh can drive you home."
"Jack! Jack!"
TBC