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[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's holding a more than slightly bloodied tea towel to his stomach, and is crouching over a first-aid kit,  rooting through it slightly shakily.  He eventually manages to find a painkiller.  He tears of the wrapper, jamming the syringe into his leg before starting to search through the first-aid kit again.]

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[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack is besides him in a second] Ianto, what the hell happened?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Doesn't matter. I'm fine.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

Of course it matters, now tell me what happened! [He bats Ianto's hand away from the first aid kit, pulling out disinfectant, a cloth to clean the wounds, and bandages]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Just a weevil. Nothing I haven't dealt with before.

[itsthecoat.livejournal.com]

[Jack unbuttons what's left of Ianto's shirt, cleaning the wound as he talks] What, one of the weevils down in the cells? You've been in charged of feeding them for a while, first time you received an injury this bad.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[...well that's not good. She comes over and forces him to lay down.] Here. Let me. Do you know how bad it is?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[And sitting up again.] It looks worse than it is.

[lockedinglass.livejournal.com]

[ :| And pushing him down again.] Then move the tea-towel and let me see.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Moving the tea towel, frowning down at his shirt.] I think the shirt's a lost cause.

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Have an exasperated Ammy.] At this rate we're going to need to open a physician's office here! Goodness, I have never met a group of people who got themselves injured quite so often!

Hold still a moment, Ianto Jones, and I shall heal you.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I have one in my own reality. I just thought I'd be less likely to get interrupted here. [Eye roll, but holding still.]

[shinypaws.livejournal.com]

[Wordlessly makes a thick brush stroke in the air above Ianto's wound. A moment later it's closing. Then Ammy sits down.]

How did this happen, Ianto?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Dog bite. Nothing serious.

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

[dkfldskn?! Ryotarou flails and runs over, kneeling down next to Ianto]

I-Ianto-san!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. [Busy looking for disinfectant. Hold on a sec.]

[saythistostart.livejournal.com]

It doesn't look like it at all...! [fknsdn] Let me help.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...alright, then. [Reluctantly handing him disinfectant and a cloth, moving his shirt out of the way.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Trots over, kneels down and examines closely] Hm... Well, at least it doesn't appear to be fatal.

Need any help?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. Thanks.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Have a eyebrow raise] What was it that suddenly decided to take a chunk out of you?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Pulling out some disinfectant and a cloth before replying.] Just a dog.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[and to make him suffer more: Amane is here! Joy! He is just crouching next to him, watching what he is doing for a few minutes... then ask!] Nee nee what are you doing, what happened, gero? Didn't that hurt?!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Just as Ianto thought his day couldn't get better! Applying disinfectant now.] I'm cleaning up. I had a run-in with a dog. And not at all.

[gerogerodance.livejournal.com]

[YAY! FROWNS and ew what the hell is this smell--] A dog? A dog, gero? Aaah, the dogs there must be very not nice! [eyes injury...] You made them mad Ianto Jones?! Hm hm hm!?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[He'll be pleased to know that Ianto's putting the bottle away now. And searching for bandages.] I don't have to make them mad. They just aren't very fond of people.