"Sit still." Owen gritted out between his teeth as he worked.
"Well if you would stop treating me like I'm a pin cushion, maybe I would!" Ianto snapped back, wincing in pain.
"Well I wouldn't be fucking using you as a fucking pin cushion if you would learn to duck!"
"That weevil came out of no where! I had no time."
"Hmpf. Hell I told you we should have gone to A&E. This is gonna take all night to get you stitched up. With your luck you'll bleed to death before then."
"Oh don't be so dramatic Owen. It's no where near that bad."
"Which one of us has the medical degree? If I say you're dying, you're dying!"
"Right then. I'll just keel over now, shall I?"
"Shut up."