"She's in shock!" Owen snapped for the fifth time. "Jack, will you get these two out of my way!"
Owen was trying his best to care for Bo who was suffering now, but Gwen and Tosh were getting in the way, doing their mother hen acts.
"Owen, they are members of this team just as much as you," Jack replied, looking over the information Gwen had printed out and bought down from her workstation.
"Yes, but I believe I'm the only doctor here," Owen growled, pulling out a small bottle of liquid, a syringe, and a needle. He pulled the packet off the syringe with his teeth and fitted the needle into it, drawing up some of the liquid from the bottle. "If you two want to help you can go and fetch my drip equipment from the post mortem area."
"Drip equipment?" Gwen raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, drip equipment," Owen said sarcastically. "No, unless you want this needle somewhere the sun doesn't shine, move it!"
Gwen rolled her eyes and went off to fetch Owen's things, Tosh following. Owen finished injecting Bo with the liquid and tossed down the needle on top of his first aid bag.
"Need any help?" Jack asked, as he finished flicking through the paperwork.
"I need to get her re-hydrated," Owen scowled at Jack as he covered Bo in a blanket.
"Would you prefer it if I left you to do your job?" Jack received a withering look from Owen and knew it was best to leave the doctor alone.
He passed Gwen and Tosh carrying the equipment back as he wandered up towards the main part of the Hub. Ianto was no where to be seen. He hadn't gone back to the kitchen, so Jack headed back up to his office.
At the door he paused. He could hear a low murmuring from inside. Jack pushed the door open a crack and listened quietly. He could just see Ianto sat on his sofa, holding the baby boy in his arms, feeding him with a bottle of which Jack had no idea of its origins.
"There we go," Ianto smiled slightly as the tiny child sucked on the bottle teat. "You're Mummy will be right as rain soon and then you can go back to her, and you can go and live your life and be safe and happy and…"
Jack watched as Ianto bit his lip and stopped talking for a moment.
"And have all the things I didn't, promise," Ianto whispered.
Jack opened the door then and Ianto looked up, shifting uncomfortably.
"There you are," Jack said as though he hadn't heard anything.
"Hey," Ianto glanced up from the baby from a moment.
"How's he doing?" Jack asked sitting next to Ianto.
"He's good," Ianto replied, leaning against Jack. "How's the Mum?"
"Not so good," Jack admitted. "Owen'll take care of her though."
"Yeah," Ianto nodded, looking down at the bundle in his arms again.
Jack pondered over the last few days for a moment before something caught his eye. Ianto had rolled up his sleeves at some point and Jack suddenly noticed the scratches up them.
"Ianto?" Jack frowned slightly at the other man.
"Mm?" Ianto glanced up at Jack.
"What's this?" Jack asked, stretching out one of Ianto's arms.
"Oh, it's probably from…" Ianto pulled his arm free. "Well you know."
"No, I don't," Jack said as Ianto stood up, moving away. "I was the one who cleaned you up; I do know fresh cuts when I see them."
"They're nothing Jack, ok?" Ianto perched himself on the desk, rocking and burping the baby.
"They're not nothing, Ianto," Jack stood in front of Ianto looking at him carefully. "When did you do that?"
"Jack," Ianto shook his head, heading for the door, but Jack grabbed him before he could leave.
"Ianto, when did you do them?" Jack asked.
Ianto sighed and shook Jack off.
"Last night and this morning," he said finally, wandering over and sitting back on the sofa.
"With what?" Jack sat beside him again.
"A pen," Ianto replied sarcastically. Jack raised his eyebrows at him. "A knife."
"Why?" Jack watched Ianto carefully for his answer.
"Because it made me feel better, ok?" Ianto didn't meet Jack's gaze.
"Oh, Ianto," Jack took one of Ianto's hands, threading his fingers between the other mans.
"I used to do it when I was little," Ianto continued quietly. "I wanted to prove that I was in control of the pain."
Jack rolled Ianto's sleeve up again to inspect the damage a bit closer. The red lines were so neat, it almost made Jack want to laugh. Even when he was hurting himself, Ianto made sure it was organised.
"I suppose you're going to tell me to stop?" Ianto sighed again. "Start hiding the knives."
"No," Jack said after a moment. "I'm not saying it's a good idea, but I'm not your mother."
Ianto glanced at Jack and he suddenly realised what that meant.
"Ok, bad choice of words," he said.
"It's alright, I'm used to it," Ianto replied. "You're really not going to stop me?"
"If you want scars all up your arms then that's your choice," Jack shrugged. "I take it the blades were clean?"
"Yes!" Ianto frowned at Jack. "I'll have you know I keep everything in that kitchen spotless!"
"Alright, I'm just checking," Jack stroked a finger over the scars. "I don't want you to get an infection."
There was a knock on the door and Ianto pulled his sleeve down as Tosh opened the door.
"Jack, Owen needs help," she said, glancing at Ianto and the baby. "Thing aren't looking good."
Jack stood up.
"I'll be right there," he said. Tosh left and headed back down towards the basement. Jack looked back at Ianto.
"Are you coming, or staying here?" Jack asked quietly.
Ianto stood up and followed Jack.
"I'll come," he said. "If things aren't going well, Bo ought to have time to see her child."
Jack nodded. As much as he hated the thought that they were already thinking the worst, he knew that Ianto was right. If Owen said things weren't going to well, the likelihood was that Bo was close to death.