Beginning Notes: Drabble 1 of 3 14/08/14
Please don't hurt me.
Title: Stupid Blowfish
Author: Daashi
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Rating: 13+
Genre: Drabble, Drama
Warnings: n/a
Ianto winced as Jack placed him none too gently on the bedchair.
"Ianto, I didn't hurt you did I?"
"You're just doing your field medic training proud."
"I was rough, wasn't I?"
"Just a bit. I'm fine Jack, stop fussing."
"Stupid Blowfish."
A blowfish with a gun, high on Meth and drunk as a skunk, had shot Ianto, the bullet hit his spine. They had managed to remove the bullet without further trauma thanks to alien tech and Sam's surgical skill. He still had sensations but his control past his pelvis was almost completely gone, he would have to spend the rest of life in a wheelchair.
"We'll need to find a replacement."
"You listen to me Jones, Ianto Jones, you are more than the person 'who just cleans up our shit', there is still a place for you at Torchwood."
"I know, who would do the admin, Gwen? But who will feed Myfanwy? Clean the hub? Move the bodies? Archive the larger items? We need to hire someone who can do what I no longer can do."
~End
Word: Bedchair
bed - chair (noun) : a chair with an adjustable back, for the sick, to support them while sitting up in bed