Ianto was resting, sedated, in Jack's office. He'd originally left him on the couch, but decided to drag out the fold away bed and set it up there. Owen had come in and cleaned up his hand, removing the glass and stitching it together, and was currently having a conversation with Jack in the med bay, far away from the sound proof office.

"Are you sure he didn't do it to himself?"
"Pretty sure, Owen. It looked like he'd dropped a glass or something."
"Alright. But fuck, he's in no state to be alone."

"I gathered. I shouldn't have left him."

"I don't see this ending soon." Owen sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was feeling the strain too, and despite being vocally grumpy at Jack for being called in so late - or early - he was actually glad to have had the distraction. The memories were just swirling at home, alone.

Jack didn't respond to the comment. He knew it was true. He looked at Owen, about to speak. Owen, however beat him to it.

"I'm not a fucking shrink, Jack. And even if I was there's no way I could ... help... right now. Teaboy needs someone he can talk to, and that ain't me."
"Oi! Enough with the names. I intend to listen but I don't exactly know what I'm doing..."
"I'll help, right, don't get me wrong. I do actually care, you know. Ideally, we'd ship him - er, refer him - off to a psychiatrist." Owen changed his choice of words after a stern glare from Jack. He was being excessively protective. Still, Owen wished that someone would be that for him as well.

"We can't." Jack said, shaking his head in exasperation. "There's no way for someone else to know enough to help but not break confidentiality. But, I could call UNIT to see -"
"Those tossers?" Owen huffed. "They'd just use it as an excuse to extract info on Torchwood."

Jack groaned in agreement. So, this has to be done in-house, he decided. Owen seemed to reach the same conclusion.

"I'll have a look at some stuff, see what I can gather about dealing with PTSD. I mean I did the psych rounds like every other fucker, but it never was my thing. Too..." Owen wiggled his fingers as the explanation. Jack nodded, and looked up at his office.

Ianto woke to find himself on a bed in Jack's office. Strange, there wasn't usually a bed in here. He blinked a few times and looked about. The snakes gripped his gut again and restricted his chest, out of nowhere. He sat up, using his arms to pull his body upright. Pain. He noticed a sting in his right hand. He inspected it, finding it wrapped neatly in bandages. Images of blood spilling out of his hand rushed in his mind, and he felt his body tighten. He clasped his eyes shut and shook his head, trying to get the memories out.

"Ianto?"

Ianto looked up to see Jack entering the room, walking towards him to take a seat beside the bed.

"What...what am I doing here?" Ianto rasped.

"You called me last night, and I brought you here. Owen had to sedate you to fix your hand though. Then I brought you here to rest."
"Oh."
Ianto didn't know what to say. He didn't know if he should feel ashamed or grateful. Instead he chose to stand up and leave.

"Whoa, easy there." Jack said, putting his hand on Ianto's shoulder. "Just stay there a while."
Ianto looked at him with a questioning face.
"The meds you had were rather strong."

It wasn't necessarily a lie, but it was an excuse for Ianto to remain seated without feeling ashamed.
"I'll be fine, sir."

"I imagine so, yes. But Ianto, for now you're not. And I'm not talking about your hand. Hey, it's nothing to feel ashamed about, ok? It's normal after what you went through."

Ianto looked away. Jack gently cupped his chin and looked directly in his eyes.

"Seriously. It's not like you were even remotely prepared... I know you've been struggling even now to get, er, come to terms with what happened with Lisa. I don't want this to break you, my love."
Ianto still said nothing, but he felt the sincerity in Jack's words. Still, he hadn't been very considerate towards his emotions after Lisa. He knew that it was only because of how betrayed Jack had felt, but that didn't calm the storm that raged in his heart and mind in the days that followed. He therefore found it hard to believe that Jack would be there to support him now. And even if he actually did, it would only be for a few days. Just the 'acceptable' amount of time to get all back to normal.

Like anything could go back to normal now. My life just falls apart, no matter how hard I try.

Jack kissed Ianto on the top of the head, and left. He could feel the tension rising. He wouldn't go far this time, however. He lent on the handrail, looking down at Owen finishing off paperwork. Everything would be fine, he thought to himself. He wasn't sure if he believed it, or was trying to make himself believe it.