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They were sitting at the hospital, Ianto holding Walter's hands to stop them from shaking as Jack paced.
"Cariad. Come on now love, sit down. I am getting sea sick" Ianto said softly and Jack settled on the other wide of Walter, reaching out to join his hands to the little buddle when Owen entered and they all rose.
"Right. He's stable. He's going to be OK. First thing to point out … he will survive this. OK?"
Walter slumped against Ianto with a deep sobbing sigh, Ianto holding him as Jack stepped closer to Owen "But?"
"The hand that was electrocuted has suffered some burns. Not major, thank fuck he seems to have flung the lamp away as it struck him, not latching on like some do. Those can be fatal if…"
"Owen" Jack hissed "Not the time for that. Please."
"Right. Ok, the burn is not what I would call severe, but it is deep. We have treated I and will motor. We have to keep it clean, redress it and watch for infection. This is the enemy here" Owen explained "Also … the exit site was the left foot. He had socks on and it sort of melted … that site is larger and we also have cleaned and dressed it, will watch it carefully over the next few weeks as he heals."
Jack looked at Owen long and hard then said softly "Owen. What is it?"
"He had a seizure while we were treating the foot. A Grand Mal." Owen sighed "The electoral impulses to his bran are scrambled from the shock. This might just be a one off, a reset of sorts."
"But?" Walter asked as he gave Owen a stare to match his Taddy's.
"But … it could happen again. Again … we monitor and hope. All we can do" Owen shrugged "If he has another, then we do an MRI to check for brain damage and …shit .. that came out wrong …no … I don't mean to say…"
"It's OK Owen. We understand what you mean. I know your bedside manner is tempered with your own shock at this. It's OK" Ianto assured him as he pulled Walter towards him again. "We want the MRI now please, we can pay right? All the tests, regardless."
Jack nodded and turned to his phone, calling the house to let Fen know so he might tell the others the update.
Also … to check with whoever was across the way at Walter's house going over it with a fine-tooth comb. He wanted to know how that happened, how the hell a lamp manages that.
He didn't want it to happen again. EVERYTHING would be checked.
