A TASTE FOR DEATH PROLOGUE
Ianto cursed at the pain he had inflicted on himself and bit at his lip as he turned on the tap, shoving his bleeding hand under the jet of cold water. It was nessescary, it was the only way. He kept repeating the mantra, but the blood continued to flow rather more enthusiastically than he would've liked. Shit! Owen was going to go loopy. It would heal before then though, wouldn't it? Right now Ianto wasn't so sure and tears stung at his eyes as a renewed surge of pain shot up his left arm.
"Shit, shit, shit!"
The blood was all over the kitchen bench and he'd managed to get it on the newly mopped floor. It continued to flow, unabated and Ianto gaped down at the swirling redness as it ran down the plug hole. Bollocks. He was beginning to feel queasy at the sight of it and he knew that this really wouldn't be a good time to faint. He shut off the tap and grabbed a tea towel bundling his wounded limb in the linen fabric. He jammed the swaddled hand into his armpit and reached for his mobile and speed dialled Owen..... Fuck, he'd need an excuse.
"Owen, hi.... sorry. Yes, I know what time it is. I'm sorry I've cut my hand, and I am bleeding all over my kitchen. I know..... yes..... well ten minutes now. I am a bit... ok... ok.... thanks." He hung up and frantically glanced around his naked virtually unused kitchen. In a panic he grabbed some carrots from the fridge, the knife, a cutting board and a sauce pan.... Yep, make it look like an accident. Ok, that would do. He sank down to the floor and cradled his hand, the towel now soaked through with blood............
AN: Couldn't resist...... Yes I'm being mean to Ianto AGAIN......
