12

Everyone was watching The Grinch as Owen rose to get a drink and Jack followed him, softly whispering to him about the concerns he had.

Owen patted his arm and nodded before walking back though to the other room and Jack couldn't help but feel a brush off.

Ianto was asleep, his head lolling and Jack gently shook him as he tried to get him to straighten up.

"Baby, come on. Your back will be complaining tomorrow" Jack crooned and Ianto's head rolled slowly to rest against his shoulder.

Owen was watching and he frowned as he slid over and patted Ianto's knee.

"He does this" Jack whispered, "Never used to. But these days, look at him. Dead to the world."

Owen leaned in close and gently raised an eyelid, then leaned back and frowned before rising and leaving the room.

He returned with a penlight and leaned over him again as James watched as well, then Owen turned to Jack.

"Let's get him to bed" Owen suggested and Jack nodded as he rose and lifted Ianto into his arms.

James followed silently and as Jack settled the limp man in the bedding, James took the penlight and leaned over his son to check his pupils for himself.

Owen face palmed as he remembered that Ianto's Dad was a doctor of some sort as James straightened with a look of doom Owen knew that he had guessed the same thing he just had.

"Do you have a kit?" James said softly and Jack watched Owen leave for his bag.

"Dad?" Jack said with growing fear, "What is it?"

"Don't panic. OK? Just stay calm and listen to me, OK?" James asked and Jack nodded.

Owen bustled back in and removed a small leather kit, unzipping it and removing a small machine that looked like a transistor radio.

"Dad?" Jack repeated.

"We might be wrong son" James offered as he held a pen thing against Ianto's finger and Jack heard a soft ping.

Then a strip of paper was handed over and Jack saw a drop of blood dripping from the finger …

Jack moved closer as the strip was then slid into a slot on the machine and the men all waited.

"Fuck" Owen sighed. "Ten."

"Really?" James asked with interest.

The fact James did not show fear or upset calmed Jack and he sat on the bed.

"Dad?"

"Sugar levels" James explained, "Ianto's sugar levels are through the roof. He's not asleep, he is in a diabetic coma."

"Diabetic … what?" Jack gaped.

"I should have been looking for it ... the headaches, dizzy spells. God, I am so stupid!" Owen slapped at his head with anger as he rose from the bed.

"The Cancer treatment … it affects other organs. It is a poison, he was never kidding when he called it that." James explained as he watched Owen pace angrily, "This means Ianto's kidneys may have been damaged. His sugar levels are high, not good. This would cause headaches, forgetfulness, mood swings …"

"Fatigue and temperature sensitivity?" Jack sighed.

"Yeah." Owen huffed, "All symptoms he's been complaining about."

"Ianto has Diabetes?"