thoughtformed | OPEN LOG // Backdated to Oct. 10

WHO: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, and anyone who wants to visit.
WHAT: Post-kidnapping feels. Possible TW?
WHERE: New Moore General Hospital -- Ianto's room.

It had been two days since Ianto was admitted into the hospital, and a full week since he was taken from him. The doctors had told Jack that Ianto would be released the next day, a fact for which Jack was extremely thankful. He had gone nowhere except by Ianto's side. Hardly slept, and hardly eaten from worry, just sitting and watching patiently while the doctors ran their tests and kept him hydrated on fluids and antibiotics for the gunshot wound to his leg. The only reason Jack had left him at all was that the doctors had confirmed to him for the twentieth time that if he left, Ianto would not die in his absence, Jack went out to the second best coffee place in New Moore next to New Brew, and retrieved a hot cup of Starbox coffee for his lover as a present.

Looking very similarly to how he had after he returned from his own adventures in the Dark Hour, Jack knocked on Ianto's door and entered, his ancient age evident on his features and seeming to tattoo the dark circles that hung under his eyes into his skin. "So, the good coffee shop here was closed for some reason... so I hope this is good enough for you," he said with a weary smile when he returned to his seat.

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Ianto managed a smile at the joke, taking the coffee from Jack and shifting to sit up more comfortably in his bed. As much as he would have preferred to be back at Torchwood, the hospital did hold a certain level of security to it, that he focused on and held onto.

He caught Jack's hand with his free one and pulled it closer, before Jack even had the chance to sit back down, and continued to hold on after he had. Then he took a deep breath, and a small, slow drink.

"Thank you, Jack. If they attempted to pass one more cup of coffee colored water off on me, I think I may have tossed it right back on them." He had pulled himself together, mostly because he refused to let strangers see him as shaken as he was on the inside. He had been drugged for most of the kidnapping, so he had been unaware of the time that had passed, and most of what had gone on after the first couple of days.

But his points of lucidity had been filled with the nightmarish memories of the back-country cannibals that had nearly gutted him once, and though he knew now that the people who had kidnapped him this time had held no interest in that, the re-awakened memories continued to haunt him as they had the last time.

Jack was not the least bit surprised when Ianto had taken his hand, as that's where it had been since before he woke up in the hospital. He smiled at the sentiment, though, and watched him enjoy his drink. "Well, we can't have you doing that. It's not their fault that they can't afford the good stuff." Jack lifted the hand in his own to his lips to kiss gently, squeezing it as he watched Ianto fondly.

More than anything, Jack was glad that Ianto was safe. This had really been the first time since Ianto's arrival that he had truly worried for the man's safety and what he might do to keep him that way, and what he might do should someone threaten that. Were it not for Tim, those who had taken Ianto would not have survived their encounter, and it was probably for the best that he did, for if he had, Jack would not be sitting by Ianto's side, helping him through this crisis... the terror and memories of what happened at Brynblaidd that stirred beneath the surface of Ianto's normally very professional exterior.

But Jack knew Ianto better than that. And that was why he sat with him in nearly every moment that he could, holding his hand. When he would be ready to talk, Jack would be there ready to listen and wipe away his tears.

"How are you feeling?"

Aisling had avoided the hospital since the day she'd arrived, and was finding it difficult to navigate the cold, sterile place. There wasn't much in the way of green and growing things, and there was so much hurt and struggle here... But this is where they'd taken Ianto to get better, so this is where she searched.

The speed at which she was doing her searching was perhaps a little excessive, but they'd have to catch her to tell her so. As it was, she almost zipped past the correct room and had to backtrack slightly to peek around the frame.

The Doctor gave a knock on the door, hesitantly peeking into the room. He was always uncomfortable in hospitals, but he wanted to see how Jack and Ianto were doing. Perhaps confused on protocol for this sort of thing, as he has always worked his hardest to avoid hospitals in the past, he is holding a vase of flowers and... a box of chocolates?

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