The Torchwood Drabble Files

by badly-knitted

A collection of Torchwood drabbles that continues to grow. Thanks to everyone who's making this possible. You're greatly appreciated, so I'm reinstating an old game - the writer of every 100th review gets to request a drabble/ficlet of their choice. Still using a T rating to cover anything I might write, just to be safe.

2137. A Sharp Pinch

Title: A Sharp Pinch

Author: badly-knitted

Characters: Martha, Ianto, Owen.

Rating: G

Written For: Challenge 684: Sharp at tw100.

Spoilers: Nada.

Summary: It's time for the team's flu vaccinations.

Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.

A/N: Double drabble.

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"Now, just relax; you'll feel a sharp pinch," Martha said as she readied her needle.

Ianto could have laughed out loud. As if a tiny little injection was going to bother someone who'd been at the mercy of Owen Harper's lack of a bedside manner more times than he could remember! Laughing would most likely have made his arm jerk, which would obviously be unhelpful, so he kept his amusement under wraps.

"All done."

"What?" Ianto turned to look at Martha, confused. Then he looked at his arm, where a tiny pinprick was barely visible. "I didn't feel a thing! Whenever Owen does the flu jabs, it feels like he's drilling for oil!"

Martha laughed. "Surely he can't be that bad!"

"You have no idea. I think he does it on purpose; you know he prefers his patients to be beyond caring what he inflicts on them. Just take my advice; have Tom do your jab."

Later, Ianto saw Martha rubbing her arm.

"Oh, please tell me you didn't!"

"I couldn't believe anyone could be that bad at giving vaccinations." Martha gave a rueful smile. "You were right though."

"I suspect he deliberately blunts his needles to inflict maximum discomfort."

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The End