Title: Thank God for Morphine
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Lisa Hallet, Ianto Jones; Ianto/Lisa
A/N: Written for the drabble challenge on tw_proper , to the prompt relax.
Disclaimer: Torchwood and associated characters belong to BBC and RTD.
She can hear everything. The drips of a leaky pipe, footsteps echoing through the stone, random noises, Ianto's every breath; they all filter through her upgrades and burry themselves in her brain like white-hot needles.
"Hurts," is all she can manage through gritted teeth.
He fumbles for the morphine drip and moments later, relief flows through her veins. The noises fade into the background, the weight of her implants seems to lessen and her muscles relax as she slumps back against the frame of the conversion unit.
She sees a tear trail down his cheek before her eyes slide shut.