Sleeping Beauty ; Chapter 7
Once dressed, Ianto made his way to the nurses station.
"I'd like to check out, please."
"This isn't a hotel," Owen told him.
The nurse looked at the board behind her. "The results aren't back yet for the tox screen."
"I'd like to leave. With or without your approval." Ianto told her.
She frowned, somewhat taken aback at his eagerness to leave. "I'll get the doctor."
Ianto rolled his eyes and sighed. "If you must."
The nurse went off, leaving Owen and Ianto staring into space.
"He'll try and talk you into staying, you know."
"Then he won't succeed, will he."
"Ianto, mate…"
"I'm leaving…now!"
Owen held up his hands in mock surrender. "Okay, okay! Keep your hair on. As soon as the doctor signs you out, I'll drive you home."
Ianto's head came around to stare at the medic. "No! To the Hub."
"What?"
"You heard."
Owen shook his head. "I hope you know what you're doing."
"Perfectly," came a not so confident reply.
TWTWTW
John watched as Jack finally picked up the glass before him, smelt it and then took a tentative sip. A smile creased his lips, as the other man's face changed from a frown to an almost contented smile.
Jack downed the drink, grabbed the bottle and refilled the glass.
"You intending to get drunk, lover?"
"That's exactly what I plan on doing," Jack told him, downing the second glassful.
John Hart smiled. "It'd be a shame to let you drink alone."
Jack grabbed the bottle again, refilling his glass.
"Oi! Save some for me!"
Jack reluctantly handed over the bottle, which was now less than half full.
"Jeez! You are blowing hot and cold!"
"Can you blame me?"
John didn't answer.
"Ianto is my life now. I've moved on. So should you."
"Easy for you to say. I still love you…"
"Pleeease! Enough!" He slammed his now empty glass on the table. "This is so boring!"
TWTWTW
The doctor approached the nurses station, the nurse close behind him.
"I hear you want to leave us, young man."
Owen looked at Ianto and inclined his head.
Ianto sighed, fed up with the whole thing. "Yes," he said. "I'm feeling fine."
"The results aren't back yet."
"I'll keep an eye on him," put in Owen.
Ianto rolled his eyes.
"Make sure you do. If he becomes ill again, bring him straight back."
"I will."
"Can I go now?" Ianto asked impatiently.
The doctor got out his pen and signed a discharge for. "After you've signed this." He handed Ianto the form.
After signing it quickly, the young Welshman made his way to the main entrance and the car park.
"Hey, Tea Boy, hold up!" called Owen.
TBC