Sorry for the wait! I know some of you have been waiting for the next chapter. I've been busy and I've been trying to write the next chapters for my other stories Ransom and Dog Days. Please R&R!

Grown Up - Part 2 of 2

When Ianto woke, there was a pounding in his head much worse than it had been before, despite the painkillers he took before he climbed into bed. He groaned, but it only made it worse, having a feeling his brains would soon be splattered on his wall.

He shifted, finding that a bad idea as well, a overwhelming feeling of nausea drowning him until he leant over to edge of the bed, vomiting yesterday's lunch onto the floor. Once finished, it left a burning feeling in his throat and nose. He forced his eyes open, wincing at the little light filtering through the curtains, and looked over at the clock. 8:45 AM. He was supposed to be at work by nine. Or else Jack would worry and come over. But he didn't want that. The thought alone was beyond embarrassing.

He focused on sitting up first, then reaching for the painkillers, swallowing three of them with the glass of water that was still on the nightstand. He stumbled around, managing to pull on a suit and was soon out the door. He arrived at the tourist office by 9:15. By this time, the whole world was whirling around him. He just needed to sit. He took a breath, trying to steady himself, then opened the secret door that lead down to the hub. It was only as he stepped through it was when the world lurched along with his stomach, more bile rose in his throat, and the floor flew up to meet him. He heard himself let out a yelp and the motion of his head slamming against the floor jolted his head into new waves of overwhelming pain. It was then he slipped thankfully into darkness.

Jack had been glancing every so often at his watch, waiting for his lovers arrival impatiently. He had to admit, he'd been worried all night, wishing Ianto would have let him stay, even if that meant sleeping on the couch. Or the floor. Or anywhere. He had been focused on his paperwork when he heard a strangled yelp and his heart jumped. He practically flew out of his office, his weebly in hand, as he rushed up the stairs, accompanied by all except for Tosh, who stayed at her computers, turning on the CCTV to monitor the situation.

They found Ianto curled in a ball on the floor in the doorway of the tourist office. Making sure the area was clear, Jack rushed forward, kneeling beside Ianto, the worry growing in his chest. Owen had pushed Jack away immediately, his fingers searching steadily for a pulse. He was relieved when he found one, although it was a bit too fast for his liking.

"He's alive." The medic said when he noticed the panic spread across Jack's usually calm features. "There's vomit on the floor. Seems he might have a concussion after all." He sighed, frustrated he didn't see. "Jack, bring him to my station." He stood up, making his way back down to the hub. Gwen hesitated, but followed shortly after.

Jack carefully lifted Ianto into his arms like the Welshman might fall into a million pieces if he moved him too fast or too much. It took him several minute to walk down the stairs and into the hub. With the greatest care, he laid the unconscious Ianto down on the autopsy table. He disliked how Ianto's pale skin made him look like a corpse on the metal table.

Owen ushed Jack away before setting to work.

Jack watched from above for an hour until finally, Owen came up the stairs. "Right then. All the signs of concussion are there now. It's a bad one, but nothing rest and pain meds won't fix." He said, leaning against the railing. "He should stay here for a while, whether it be on the couch or in your bed. Someone needs to keep an eye on him. I'm sure you wouldn't mind doing that at all. Tomorrow, if I think he's fit enough, he can return to his apartment. Regular checkups by myself. You can drop in too, or any of the others. After a week, I'll determine if he's ready to return to work or not."

Jack smiled, relieved. "Sounds good." He looked back down at the still asleep Ianto. How would they cope without his magical coffee skills? And the hub would certainly fill up with pizza boxes and rubbish. But that was all okay, he thought. As long as Ianto was fine.