A/N Sorry this took so long, I've been busy with school this week and I also had writers block. Still not sure if I like it. Tell me what you think!!

Jack stared around the room in horror willing his eyes to see living people rather than corpses. They had to be alive; they were stronger than this they were fighters. He stepped over John's body walking straight to Gwen who was nearest. He blew out a sigh in short lived relief when he saw she was quivering, but then the sight of the blood pool around her returned the panic. Slight rational thought remained though and next he moved to Owen, to the doctor, if he was awake he could help the others. A watch like device lay beside his wrist, and Jack figured by killing John its grip had been released.

"Owen, Owen?" His pulse was faint and no matter how many times Jack called his name he refused to respond. "Shit!" He walked to Ianto now, and was relieved to see his chest was rising and falling seemingly normally. He shook the young man gently and beamed as his eyes flickered open. "Hush, you're safe, he's dead. Tosh," Jack indicated her lifeless form with his eyes, and stumbled over allowing Ianto some space to wake up properly. "Don't get up." He warned noticing the amount of blood pouring from several places on the tea boy. His stomach wound seemed just as bad as Gwen's, but he figured she must have been hurt longer. "Tosh sweetie?" She murmured something incoherent and then went back to her stupor. Jack looked around obviously considering his very limited options. "I never thought I'd have to do this." And with that final remark Jack took out his mobile and dialled 999, Torchwood needed an ambulance for the first time ever.

The first thing Tosh remembered was someone brutally kicking every part of her, until she felt there were no bones left to break. Instinctively she raised her arms protectively, and shrunk away as someone gently pushed them back to her sides. Why would he be gentle? Nothing made sense anymore. She heard a soothing voice as someone lightly squeezed her hand, and relief washed through her because in that instant she knew she was safe. Then she panicked, where was John, when would he be coming back for her, for them. She tried to stop her violent quivering and then she heard the voice again this time more clearly. Jack gripped her hand tightly, whispering to her, promising her she was safe. Eventually, once she was sure she had control of herself Tosh opened her eyes. She closed them quickly as bright artificial light attacked them, making her head feel like it was splitting in two. How long had she been in the dark two weeks, three? She squinted allowing her eyes to adjust. She was in a clean modern hospital, and figured they were in a private room considering the only noise she could hear was Jack's breathing, machines and people talking from a corridor away.

"Jack?" Her eyes searched for his familiar face. She swallowed and winced as she realised how sore her throat was. He didn't speak but just nodded. She noticed how bloodshot his eyes were, how the usual bags under his eyes had become scarily defined. Then her hand automatically reached out to him as she noticed the tears flowing freely down his cheek. She bit her lip, because she understood. He wasn't crying over her, he wasn't filled with relief that she had woken, because she was only one of four. She trembled, trying desperately to remember what had happened to them. Her whole body curled up at the memories, Owen's screams of pain , Gwen shaking her top covered in blood, Ianto being used as a human target, and then...the pain. Who hadn't woken up yet? Who were Jack's tears for? Yet, however frantically she wished for answers, she couldn't bring herself to ask the questions. Couldn't bear to hear how hurt her friends were. He got up softly; releasing her hand and placing it back down on the bed.

"You're the first to wake up, Ianto was conscious when I finally got to you all, but he... he fell asleep and hasn't woken up yet." Jack shaked and was unsteady on his feet. His usual arrogant posture dulled by worry. Tosh tried to sit up, but his hand pushed her back down. She agreed with him, any movement, however small sent pain rippling through her. She faked a smile.

"Go to them. I'll be fine. What injuries have I got?" He tried to grin at her but it didn't quite work, his eyes stayed dim.

"You don't want to know". She nodded agreeing with him for the second time in a minute. He stared at her, a beg in his eyes. "I'm sorry." And then he left shutting the door quietly behind him. Before, she could stop herself a whimper escaped her lips and she started to weep. But her tears were selfish, although she was worried about the others, she was crying for herself.

Crying because she was alone and she couldn't stand it.

It had been 24 hours since he'd found them, and only Tosh had woken. He sobbed as he held Ianto's hand in his desiring nothing more than to see the glint in the young boys eyes again. They said they'd lost him in the ambulance, that he'd fallen asleep and stopped responding. All the doctors ever told him were that they were waiting on test results. Please, he thought, please let Ianto still be in there. Guilt possessed him then, and he left Ianto's beside walking instead to Gwen's room next door. He made a promise to himself that he would visit Gwen and Owen and then spend the night with Tosh. God only knows how she was feeling. He closed the door behind him, causing the room to turn eerily silent except from Gwen's deep breathing and the machines beeping around her. She was still lifeless. At least now there wasn't blood all over her. She'd needed surgery as the knife had wounded her so deeply, the tip refusing to leave her body. He brushed the hair from her face lightly and sat with her for a few minutes, before moving on to Owen's room. He'd got each of his team their own room with round the clock care. He hadn't had to explain anything, just flashed his I.D much to the doctors and paramedics annoyance. Owen's room sounded exactly like Ianto's and Tosh's, empty. He went and sat on the grey visitors chair beside the doctor. You could see a black mark around his wrist where the device had bruised him. What had it done to him? How long had he been wearing it? Jack shook his head, trying to repel the numerous thoughts that swirled around his head, most of them telling him it was all his fault. He went to Tosh quickly then, when the silence became too much, he wanted to hear a voice. He wanted to hear her voice. He closed the door behind him and turned around. Tosh was still laying down but her whole body was quaking fiercely and he could hear her sobs before he could see her tears.

"Don't ever leave me again." She whispered hoarsely, the pain obvious in her voice. Jack crossed the room in two strides and sat on the edge of Tosh's hospital bed. He held her in his arms, until the tears stopped and her breathing steadied. He wondered if, no not if when the others woke up, would they be like this? What had John done to them, to the people he loved so very dearly?

"I'm here." He whispered over and over.

Eventually her eyes closed and Tosh drifted into a turbulent sleep.