The cure I talk about, It's all made up, I just pulled it out of my head. :P No real research has shown this lololol (I hope I sound smart ^_^)
Ianto lay on his bed for hours before Doctor Davis entered the room.
"Hello Ianto. How are you feeling?"
Ianto had just been visited by Valentina so he was feeling a lot better than he had the first time he was told he was in a mental hospital. "Fine."
"That's good. I'm here to take you to Doctor Henderson. He would like to speak with you."
It wasn't like Ianto had much choice in this. Davis wheeled the bed down the long halls once again and soon they ended up in Henderson's office.
"Good afternoon Mr. Jones. How are you feeling?" Henderson asked.
"Fine." Ianto answered. He wanted to keep his answers short. The sooner he got out of there the better.
"That's good. We're going to untie you. Can you remain relaxed and calm?"
He nodded. "Yes…"
Henderson nodded and Davis called two men in blue in to the office. They undid the straps around his wrists and ankles. Soon he was free but he stayed perfectly still. One wrong move could lead to his confinement again.
"You can sit up." Henderson smiled.
Ianto pulled his feet from the bed and to the floor and stretched his back straight. It was a relief to sit up for once.
"I want to ask you a few questions." He stood up and took Ianto by the arm. They both walked through a door on the other side of the room, followed by the two men in blue and doctor Davis. When they entered the room Ianto went stiff. He wanted to leave the room the moment he had walked through it.
"W…What's that?" Ianto asked in a shaky voice.
"Sit. Please." Henderson pushed Ianto into a chair.
The Welshman took deep breathes but couldn't take his eyes of the metal table that sat beside him. It was bolted to the ground and straps were connected to its top and bottom and one in the center of the top end of the table.
"Tell me, does Captain Jack Exist?"
"Yes…I told you already… He's my boss."
"Okay. Are you aware of the works of Doctor Laurence Hockings?"
"No…" Ianto felt confused.
"A long time ago in the 1800's, he created a cure for specific mental disorders."
"Wait a minute… Back in 1800's they used impractical medicines and cures."
"Not Doctor Hockings. He discovered the brain implantation."
"The what?"
"It's a little piece of metal that you insert into the brain."
"Why would you do that?" Ianto was almost ready to jump up from his chair and bust through the door.
"The metal evens out the flow of electrons in the brain, making it easier to think and contain and understand information."
"That makes no sense!"
"You're sick Mr. Jones."
"No, I'm not! You are! You're completely insane!"
Henderson looked over and nodded at the two men in blue and they engaged by grabbing Ianto by the arms and pulling him towards the table. All Ianto could think of was that he was going to die.
"You can't just shove a piece of metal into someone brain! You'll kill me!"
"Hush. Everything is going to be alright." Henderson smiled.
"Don't do this! Please!" Soon Ianto's arms, legs and head were strapped to the table.
"Get the morphine and the numbing serum." Henderson instructed Doctor Davis.
"Yes sir." He replied. He picked up a syringe from the table and brought it to the Doctor.
"Thank you." He turned to Ianto. "This will sting a bit." He pricked the needle into Ianto and pulled it out.
"Don't please!" His head began going numb he could only feel his mouth moving. "Don't" He slurred the words.
Henderson got out a knife and was ready to cut into Ianto's skull to insert the small piece of metal that sat on a table beside them.
"Don't do this! Please! For God's Sake!" Ianto was begging for his life.
"I'm afraid you are unwilling to cooperate with us and without cooperation and your motivation to get better, this is the only way."
Ianto thought for a moment, it felt like a split second. He had to play along for as long as it took Valentina to get Jack, he had to go with the flow. "I…I want to get better!"
Henderson stopped for a moment. "You do?"
He swallowed. "Yes…I know I'm sick and I want you to cure me."
"And this captain Jack?"
"He's not real."
"Good. Were on our way to recovery." Henderson signaled for Ianto to be set free and sent back to his room.
As long as Valentina was out there and as long as she was looking for Jack, Ianto had hope. Hope for himself and hope for Owen.