[multiple locks]

[lefthertainted]

[[Concurrent with this entry.]]

[Locked to Owen, Ianto, and Jack]

Can someone -- come get me? I'm at [location data here].  Bring a -- Bring a body bag.  Owen, I need a double -- double dose of the strongest -- painkillers you have.  Either Vicodin or -- or Percoset if  -- if you've got them.  [jumble of letters approximating a machine transcription of a low moan]


[Locked to Jack]

We need to talk.  Not here -- journal network too insecure.  When I get back.

Comments

[eelseason]

...on my way.

[lefthertainted]

Thank you.

[stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com]

(OOC: /flails on hiatus, but he would answer)

I'm sick... can barely move. Shit.

Mio, I think someone is on their way... if you need the extra help, let me know. I'll deal with Owen's wrath.

[der-weevilkonig.livejournal.com]

jesus fuck, ianto, did you come down with overnight ebola? is there anyone in torchwood i'm not going to end up feeding soup and palliatives to?

[stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com]

I don't know what I've come down with. I'm vomiting profusely, so I doubt soup's a good idea. Maybe it was something I ate while I was... you know.

...a reptile.

[der-weevilkonig.livejournal.com]

right. jack dredge something out of the lake for you? don't answer that. i'll have to check you over to make sure you're not carrying some sort of horrible rift plague, you know.

[stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com]

[a long time later. He was puking his guts out]

Sure fine. Check me for diseases after you make sure Mio is alright. I'm safe in my bed. She's not.

[der-weevilkonig.livejournal.com]

yes, thank you for refreshing me on basic triage.

just lie there and try not to aspirate your own vomit.

[stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want you to have to shove another corpse into the dumpster this week.

[der-weevilkonig.livejournal.com]

don't sell yourself short, ianto. i'd even give you one of the cold storage shelves whose hermetic seal isn't rotting through.

[stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com]

You do care. I think I'm tearing up a little right now.

[der-weevilkonig.livejournal.com]

so glad to h

{{OOC: Aaaand they're suddenly at the alley and Owen has no further time for you. :| }}

[locked to Ianto Jones]

[lefthertainted]

Can we talk sometime later?

Jack is coming.

Re: [locked to Ianto Jones]

[stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com]

Yeah, we can do that.

Good... I thought he might. Owen is with him so they'll take care of you. Keep me updated.

Re: [locked to Ianto Jones]

[lefthertainted]

Tomorrow, maybe.

The only thing I want to -- to do for the rest of today is -- drug myself and sleep forever.

Re: [locked to Ianto Jones]

[stopwatchdabble.livejournal.com]

Tomorrow then. When you're feeling better.

[der-weevilkonig.livejournal.com]

right. if you can manage it, care to give me some idea of what i'm going to be seeing when i step out there?

[lefthertainted]

Dead body's -- not too bad. Clean gunshot wound to -- the chest.

No injuries for me -- overextended my power. Migraine worse than a -- dimensional hole to hell. An antiemetic would be -- good too.