Authors: crusaderat2002 and devilburns beta as well
first version chap 5
Authors note charities are a bit ooc as we don not know how they would react the this kind of satiation
Beep… beep… beep… beep… beep… beep
Ianto groaned as something was beeping beside his head, he reached up, thinking it was a phone or he had forgotten to turn his alarm off, his hand felt heavy and there was a sting in the back of his left hand, slowly he opened his eyes, letting them adjust to the dim light, he looked around to find that, there was the pungent smell of disinfectant, looking around more he saw the stark white walls and the medical equipment around him. He closed his eyes once more as the light became to much, he realized that he was in one of the hubs medical rooms, his breathing became heavier as he tried to think of how he got here, he didn't remember, how could he not remember.
right think Ianto, what happened, what where you doing? Did you get into a fight, did you get ill?
Ianto racked his brain and memories to try and come up with why he was in the medical rooms, surly it was time for him to die, he had months left he knew that, Owen always made sure that he knew that, he shook his head slowly feeling a sick feeling in his stomach as he moved, he groaned lightly but his throat was raw and it hurt, Ianto looked for some water but he couldn't find any, the young Welshman looked up at his drip to see what it was, it was the solution containing vitamins and fluids to keep his body active, closing his eyes he lay back trying to calm himself down, if he was in the hub Owen was looking after him, meaning that Jack was just the level up from him, the thoughts of Jack not being far from him settled him back down, the soft trickle of the water tower soothed his mind, and the growls of the Weevils where oddly comforting, soon he was back to sleep, his breathing evening out and soon he was back into his dreams.
A few hours later Ianto jerked awake as he heard a noise closer to his room, he slowly opened his eyes to the slits as he looked at the door to see Owen appeared in the room, holding a tray, Ianto could just glimpse the shape of a needle on the top, the young doctor was dressed in his white lab jacket. Ianto watched as Owen checked the drip to make sure that it was flowing and that everything was running okay before adding the liquid inside the needle into it, Ianto gave a slight flinch at the pain, moving his hand as he mumbled lightly making the English doctor look up, seeing that the Welshman's eyes had opened.
"Ianto you awake" Owen seemed relieved as he moved up to check Ianto out, he looked into his eyes to check that they where dilating properly and working all to order, Ianto flinched at the light entering his eyes and tried to move away from it. "Well you movement seems okay, but try not to do much, you will need to rest"
Ianto opened his mouth to say something but his voice wouldn't work and his mouth felt furry, he sent a pleading look at Owen. The doctors seemed to get the idea, rushing out of the room, coming back with some small ice blocks.
"You need to use this, your throat will be a little slow at the moment" he placed the cup near Ianto's mouth, once he had got the Welshman to sit up. Slowly Ianto took one of the slivers of ice into his mouth, his eyes closing slightly at the feeling of the cold water running down his throat, he frowned when he looked up as he felt his pain lessen in his head, but his painkillers had always been tablets, he opened his mouth to talk to Owen, but Owen stopped him " you need to let the water work or you'll hurt yourself"
Ianto nodded in agreement but he need to know what Owen had put into his drip, he moved his hand waving it towards the tray, but instead he hit of off the table it was one and he winced at the clatter it made. Owen walked over and picked it up, before he looked at Ianto, seeing the question in those expressive blue eyes, he looked at the needle before he found the floor very interesting, he seemed to fight within himself before he looked back into Ianto's eyes, he decided he had to be straight.
" It's just morphine" he said watching the emotions play across the younger mans face, he waited patently for Ianto to take in what he had just said. "it arrived this morning from America" he carried on slowly and looked into those expressive Blue eyes and he signs " its for the best Ianto, it will ease the pain for lounger periods of time" He finished almost trying to convince himself as well as Ianto. He tried to believe that this was the miracle cure, that was going to clear out the illness inside Ianto and some how it was going to make him well again. But Owen knew that it wasn't, it wasn't going to make everything to go away but there was always the hope.
Ianto looked into Owens eyes before he looked away, he hated the thought of it, he know what morphine was a form of and had told Owen that he couldn't use it unless it was extremely necessary, it sickened him that he had for his hole life stayed away from drugs and now he had to depend of it to get a reprieve from the pain. If Owen had resorted into using it, it meant that he was getting closer to the end, now he was wondering how close he was now. Sure the pain had been getting worse and maybe his dizzy spells had been worse, but surly he wasn't that close. He slowly turned to look at the ceiling, he could feel the pain seeping away from his head, he slowly closed his eyes and went into a light doze, his eyes flickered open as Owen left, he was in his own thoughts, he considered pulling out the drip, but what would that achieve, he remembered the pain he had been in before he woke up here. He shuddered before trying to find his phone or a calendar, how long had he been out of it. He sat up slowly and opened his eyes, how long had he been out, had it been a while. He needed to know, he had to. He swung his legs around slowly to hang of the edge of the bed, he slowly tipped himself to stand on one of his feet, hissing as the cold tile made him jerk back slightly, he slowly moved his foot back onto the floor and let himself get used to the cold. Carefully he started to rise but his head started to spin and he started to feel sick forcing him to sit back down, he took several deep breaths he slowly started to sit back up but he had to stop as his muscles protests and he closed his eyes, pushing himself future but his eyes started to get heavy, and he was starting to get tired, his need to know what time it was and what the date was, but his body started to protest to much, forcing the young man sit back down, he slowly pulled his legs back up onto the bed and he lay his head back against the crisp white coloured pillows as he looked at the ceiling, he counted the cracks in the ceiling, thinking how he had always meant to get it re-done in here, he closed his eyes, opening them once more tears outlining the blue eyes. Was this finally the end of it all, was this what his life was gonna be, stuck in a medical room staring at the ceiling, until the end, till he finally gives up the will to carry on.