Gwen walked into the hospital room, smiling at the sight of her husband. He was sprawled out ,asleep, in a chair, a half-eaten container of pasta on the table beside him. Gwen shook her head and walked up to him, kissing his forehead before smacking his arm firmly. He jumped up with a jolt.
"Oh Blimey, Gwen, it's you." Gwen down at him.
"Yes it's me, what are you still doing here? There is no point in you being here." Rhys shrugged and stretched, scratching his stomach as he stood.
"Bloody hell Gwen, what happened to your forehead? You look like someone whipped you with a gun!" Gwen rolled her eyes, absentmindedly rubbing her forehead with a hand.
"I rolled into the coffee table in my sleep. Relax. No one has threatened me or hurt me."
"I'm here watching over the boys as they sleep. Gertrude was keeping me company for a while. She found some vial or something and went to give it to that Martha person. Martha is one of your kind right?" Gwen nodded.
"She's good. And we got that vial. Martha was working on fixing it when I left. Now, tell me, why are you here and not at the flat, in bed, waiting on the morning." Rhys shrugged.
"I didn't feel right leaving 'em. Ianto is good mate, and I'd hate for him to wake up with no one here." He glanced over the beds once more
"Rhys, love, I doubt that they'll wakeup on your watch. Go home, and I'll be here to take care of them." The Welshman nodded.
"Gertrude left some food if you're hungry. Call me if anything happens." Gwen nodded, ushering her husband out the door. There was a pause, where she simply stared at the two men in the room with her, absorbing their slack features and pale skin. They looked nothing like they normally did. Ianto was especially surreal. Nothing of his appearance could confirm that he was alive at all. She walked over, stroking a stray curl from his forehead. This man had done so much, been through so much, and she hadn't made it any easier on him. She remembered the hell that she had put him through after Jack had left. How mean she had been, and how he had simply took it, along with any extra duties that he saw weren't getting done. The Archives, the Tourist Office, Myfanwy, the Weevils, Cleaning and coffee, caring for their every whim. It was heartbreaking to look at him now, comatose, slack. Jack, she knew, would come back. There was no doubt there. But Ianto, he wasn't immortal. He hadn't been played with by some mysterious alien doctor. He doesn't have those 51st century advancements that Jack had been graced with. He was a human, as unaltered as they came. Gwen let herself tuck the sheets around him a little bit tighter, while bidding a silent apology. There was a quiet moment, were Gwen simply stood, gazing down at the Welshman, an eerie allusion to a time were she had sat with the Captain all those months ago. She sighed, settling herself down into the chair that Rhys had been in, gazing over the two men.
Martha was in a cab, rushing quickly to the hospital with her container of serum clutched in her purse. Once she arrived at the hospital, she noticed the peculiar looking men around the building. Peculirar in the fact that they were so painfully normal. All of them were meandering about in kakis and polo, or jeans and plain shirts. Each one gazing around, or reading a paper, or whistling innocently to himself. She recognized it though, surveillance. Plain clothes soldiers set to watch for something, or someone. Martha cursed silently, ducking into the shadows between the streetlamps. A few moments of looking around and she spotted her way in. A nondescript door on the side of the hospital, obviously a workers entrance, had been left slightly ajar. She knew it was a trap, that much was obvious, but that means that they were expecting her to evade them. They were waiting for a woman matching her description to move her way through the side entrance, regardless of the security at the front door. Martha smiled, pulling her hair up and unzipping her jacket, before smiling kindly at one of the oh-so-obvious guards. He smiled back, giving her a polite wave, before turning to surreptitiously watch the other door. Martha slipped into the building, running to the stairs as quickly as possible. She arrived at Jack and Ianto's floor, out of breath and very flushed. She leaned against the wall for a moment, before following the corridor. There, Mr. Jones, and Mr. Jones? Martha laughed quietly. She obviously had the right room. She knocked softly, hoping not to have any unwanted company on the inside. Instead the door swung open, and Martha was greeted by a very odd looking Gwen.
"Martha, are you alright?" Martha nodded, tossing her purse down and drawing out the small container.
"Yea, I'm fine. The place is crawling with UNIT. Obviously they are looking for one of us. Did your Rhys get out ok?" Gwen nodded.
"Yea, he called when he reached the flat. What about you? They didn't get you." Martha shook her head.
"No, they didn't. I was afraid, but now that I think about it, they couldn't have been looking for me." Martha shook her head, and then her eyes widened with horror.
"Mrs. Mayweather! She would be heading back here with Jack's coat. Oh you don't think that they could be after her, do you?" Gwen's face matched Martha's expression.
"If they found out that she had that vial, they could be waiting for her in order to retrieve it." Gwen pulled out her phone, and quickly dialed Owen.
"Owen Harper." There was a note of discord in his voice, but Gwen ignored it.
"Owen, listen. I need you to come to find and call Olivia Mayweather." There was a rustling sound in the back=ground as Owen flipped himself upright on the couch.
"Why do you need to speak with her Gwen. What are you even doing up?" Gwen huffed, and turned to Martha, who gave her a sympathetic shrug.
"She and Gertrude are in some serious trouble with UNIT. I need you to find her number, and warn her before they both walk into a trap." There was a grunt over the line.
"Gwen, are you sure that you're not still asleep? How are two old women from the outskirts of Cardiff in any sort of danger from UNIT?" Martha gestured for Gwen to hand her the phone, and the Welshwoman obliged.
"Owen, it's Martha. The hospital is crawling with UNIT, and Gertrude was the last person seen with a bit of top secret UNIT medicine. She turned it in to Torchwood, but UNIT doesn't know that, and they're looking for her. Now I know that I'm probably the last person that you want to hear right now, but believe me when I say that I', on your side." There was a tense pause, before the deadman spoke again.
"I'll get ahold of them as quickly as possible. Tosh and I will head that way as well." Martha smiled.
"Alright then. I'll keep an eye on Jack and Ianto until you guys get here." There was another pause. "Be careful Owen." The line went dead and Martha handed the phone back to Gwen.
"let's hope that we're in time. I don't think that I could forgive myself if anything happened to Gertrude." Gwen nodded, and settled herself down into the chair. Martha snatched a lab coat from the nurses' station outside, figuring that it would be bestto be seen as the doctor.