Ianto in a coma

All characters belong to RTD and the BBC, if I owned them then Ianto would still be alive and made immortal.

Rating: M/M kissing and major swearing … well its Torchwood isn't it

Spoilers: Slight for series one

Normal text is Ianto's thoughts, Jack's thoughts are in italics, and Owen's are in bold.

Chapter Seven – Finding a cure

The monitor that had beeped was the blood pressure monitor. Ianto's blood pressure was slowly but steadily falling and Jack caught my mutter of "shit". I glanced in his direction; he knew from my look that it was only a matter of time. I couldn't increase his blood pressure without him waking up – and he wasn't going to wake up without a cure. I had to find one. I couldn't fail Jack when he needed me the most.

I watched Owen as he ran the remaining tests on Ianto – I knew that there wasn't much hope now, but as long as Ianto was breathing, I had hope and faith. I also knew Owen, and I knew that he wouldn't give up on Ianto unless his heart failed completely, with no hope of revival. Until then, he would try his damn best for his younger colleague. I could see his eyes frantically searching the screen, and then I saw his eyes widen and a flicker of hope flash through them. "Owen…" I asked, hardly daring to breathe. "Owen, what is it?" I felt hope rising in my very being, waiting for his answer. Could he have found a cure?

As Jack questioned me, I couldn't help my relief. Even if it was highly unlikely, and very odd, there was a slight chance…but how would we find…I had to let him know. "There is one thing that could cure him"…