The usual disclaimers are to be inserted here
Spoilers for exit wounds
This is set when Jack has been buried alive, just in case anyone is wondering
Dirt and Death
The first time he didn't do anything- just blinked briefly, painfully as the dirt and grit attacked his eyes and clogged mouth as he gasped hopelessly for the non-existent air
By the third time he had accepted that this was going to hurt so he refused to think about the pain
By the seventeenth time he had mastered keeping his eyes shut when he revived so that it didn't hurt quite so much
By the thirty-sixth time his thoughts had turned to Ianto- Please let…- but the dirt cut him off
By the forty-second time he had managed to finish that thought
By the forty-fifth he had started on a new one
By the one-hundredth-and-eighth time he had a small amount of thoughts sorted in his head, including: at least I've got plenty of time to get my thoughts straight
By the two-hundredth-and-fifty-second time he had run out of thoughts
By the two-hundredth-and-fifty-fifth he had finally managed to think that he was all ready bored
By the three-hundredth-and-seventy-third time he had somehow managed to get Video Killed the Radio Star stuck in his head
By the six-hundredth-and-sixty-ninth time he had forgotten the words to Video Killed the Radio Star
By the sixth-hundred-and-seventy-fifth time he was bored again
By the sixth-hundredth-and-eighty-fourth time he was missing Video Killed the Radio Star
By the seven-hundredth-and-thirty-second time he had remembered the words again
By the one-thousandth-one-hundredth-and-sixteenth time he had been able to wonder what time it was
By the one-thousandth-four-hundredth-and-thirty-seventh time he wanted some sleep
By the one-thousandth-four-hundredth-and-fifty-fifth time he realised that wasn't going to happen
By the one-thousandth-six-hundredth-and-twenty-sixth time he managed to make a grunting noise that was supposed to be a Welsh swear word Ianto had taught him
By the two-thousandth-two-hundred-and-fifth time he had wondered why he had tried to swear in Welsh
By the two-thousandth-two-hundred-and-thirty-fourth time he realised he didn't care
By the three-thousandth-and-sixteenth time he realised his thoughts were too slow. Was he giving up?
By the three-thousandth-eight-hundredth-and-forty-seventh time he had reasoned he was losing hope, not giving up
By the four-thousandth-two-hundredth-and-thirty-ninth time he still hadn't worked out how these were different
By the ten-thousandth-eight-hundredth-and-second time he gave up thinking and began to pretend he was asleep as this seemed to make death easier
By the eleven-thousandth-five-hundredth-and-sixty-eighth time he had lost count of how many times he died