Jack was about to thank Owen for finally shooting, but he could see Ianto from where he was, and his shirt stained with a red spot.
Ianto opened his mouth and looked at the gun, then down at himself. He gasped and raised a hand to his stomach. He was shaking as he looked at the red liquid between his hand.
"Ianto!" Jack immediately yelled and, not caring the slightest for the man, not even seeing him, maybe he had already gone, he really didn't care, he ran to Ianto, catching him before he would hurt himself with a tough fall. "Ianto stay with me!"
He pressed his hand on his shirt, where he could clearly see the bullet had entered, and tried to stop the blood from leaving Ianto's body. He heard someone screaming some name, a new gunshot, a loud swear word, and footsteps. But he didn't care as he finally looked at Ianto's eyes rather than his now red shirt. Ianto was looking up at him, and Jack wondered if it felt the same for Ianto, every time he held Jack after he would receive a bullet. The fear, the panic, the incapacity of doing anything useful. The fear. The fucking fear of losing him. He ignored his own tears and pressed his hands even harder as Ianto closed his eyes.
"Ianto please stay with me, please..." he begged, trying to do anything to help him, but failing, and hating himself for this. "I told you, I need you, Ianto!"
Someone sat down next to Jack and put a strong hand on his shoulder. It took him a great deal of courage to leave Ianto's eyes and look up. Tosh smiled to him, her free hand rubbing her head.
"I need my power," she said, her voice breaking, and somehow, despite the panic and the feeling or losing Ianto, of losing everything, Jack understood what she meant.
He looked down at Ianto again, and begged him to open his eyes. Ianto smiled weakly and opened his eyes.
"Sorry..."
"I don't care, you'll apologize later. For now, I need you to do one more thing. Ianto, please, stay awake. Ianto can you concentrate for a second? We can help you, but please, please stop using your power..."
"It hurts..."
"I know, I know... Please, Ianto..."
When Tosh put her hand back on his arm, Jack moved his hands away from Ianto's wound and clenched his fists on his shirt to prevent himself from touching his face, not wanting to stained his beautiful face with blood.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from his injury, watching Tosh concentrate on it, both her hands on either side of the wound. Quickly, but way too late in Jack's opinion, she managed to pull the bullet out, and sighed, relieved. Gwen arrived right away and pressed something on his wound to prevent it from bleeding, but Jack didn't even look at her as he watched Ianto struggling to stay conscious.
"Help is on her way. Will he be okay?"
Jack didn't answer as Ianto was closing his eyes, and he felt his body relaxing way too much in his arms.
"Ianto!" he whispered, not able to say it louder because his voice seemed to have gone.
He ran his hands up to his neck to find a pulse but didn't manage to get one, and repeated his name again, and again, until he was sobbing it, and Tosh strongly pulled him away as help had arrived, but it was too late, it was too late and Ianto had gone. Jack didn't even fight back, glad Tosh was still holding him because he couldn't stand straight by himself.
Oops. I'm not sorry :D