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[#274] Too Much Blood (Torchwood)
Theme Prompt: #274 – Near-Death Experience
Title: Too Much Blood
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 / A lot of blood.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Ianto gets badly injured while hunting down a dangerous alien. Will he survive?
“Hold on!” Jack had told his lover when Ianto had contacted him over his Bluetooth earpiece, saying he’d been injured, that there was a lot of blood, and that he didn’t want to die. That had been the last thing Jack had wanted to hear, and he’d headed straight for the SUV, the rest of the team swarming to join him, diving into the vehicle and slamming the doors as Jack hit the accelerator. “We’re on our way, be with you in a couple of minutes. Just hold on, Ianto, got that? You are NOT going to die! That’s an order!”
“Yes, Sir.” Ianto’s voice had sounded disturbingly weak, and Jack had mentally cursed himself for having the team split up in the first place. The alien that had come through the Rift was an unknown, and at the time it had seemed more important to spread out so they could cover as much ground as possible in their search for it, but now…
It was no use second-guessing himself, Jack knew; the damage had already been done, and all any of them could do was get to Ianto as fast as possible so that Owen could do what he did best, stop the bleeding and patch their fallen friend up.
Tosh was calling out directions from the backseat as Owen, beside Jack in the passenger seat, dug through his medical bag, getting everything he might need sorted out so as to waste as little time as possible. When they reached Ianto, the SUV screeching and juddering to a sudden stop, Owen was out of the car before Jack could turn the engine off, and Jack himself wasn’t far behind, sparing a brief glance at the formidable looking alien, now dead, part of its head blown away by a single gunshot. Then he turned all his attention on Ianto, slumped against the wall of a derelict warehouse, face pale and sweaty, both blood drenched hands clutched against his left side, just above his hip.
Owen was on his knees by now in the mud and blood, desperately trying to get a pressure dressing on the wounds inflicted by a single savage slash from one of the alien’s razor-clawed forepaws.
“How is he?” Jack demanded, dropping to the ground on Ianto’s right, not caring that he too was kneeling in a spreading puddle of blood.
“Not good,” Owen replied, voice tight. “There’s too much blood, and I don’t know where it’s all coming from!” He fumbled for Ianto’s wrist. “Pulse is weak and thready, he can’t afford to lose any more blood, but… Damn!”
Jack gripped his lover’s arm. “Ianto! Ianto, stay with me! Please, stay with me, you hear me? You are NOT gonna die! That is NOT allowed! I gave you an order, remember?”
Ianto’s eyes fluttered open briefly, gazing past Jack’s ear. “Sorry, J’k.”
“I’m losing him!” Owen sounded panicked. “Blood loss is too severe!”
“Hook me up!” Jack snapped, shrugging his coat off and tossing it aside, then wrenching his shirtsleeve up, baring his arm. “You can do that, can’t you? A direct transfusion, me to him?”
“Jack…”
“Universal donor, remember? Almost as good as having an unlimited supply of his own blood. What’s in me should be enough to get him back to the Hub, right?”
“I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot. Tosh, get over here and keep pressure, here, and on his hip, I think most of the blood’s coming from those two wounds. I need my hands free.”
“What can I do?” Gwen asked, hovering behind everyone.
“Get the SUV’s doors open, and get in the driver’s seat, with the engine running. As soon as I get Jack and Ianto hooked up for the direct transfusion, we’ll need to get in the car and go. Can’t waste time fiddling.” Owen was already inserting the cannula into Jack’s arm, taping it in place before connecting the needle at the opposite end of the tube into Ianto’s arm and opening the valve, Jack’s blood flowing into Ianto, replacing what was still leaking out through the deep gashes in Ianto’s side.
As soon as that was done, he, Jack, and Tosh worked together to move Ianto into the backseat, where Gwen had spread a plastic sheet from the boot.
The drive back to the Hub was surreal, Owen and Jack crammed into the backseat with Ianto as Gwen drove as fast and as safely as she could towards the Hub, emergency lights flashing, strobing blue in the darkness. Thankfully, due to the late hour, the roads were almost deserted, and Tosh, in the front passenger seat, made sure all traffic lights were in their favour.
Sliding the SUV into the underground garage and stopping, Gwen and Tosh leapt out, fetching a stretcher to take Ianto down to the med bay. By now, Jack was getting a bit lightheaded from blood loss, but still, he helped carry his lover to the treatment area.
Owen worked like a demon for the next three hours. Four times Ianto stopped breathing, Tosh handling CPR while the medic worked to clean and close the wounds in Ianto’s side. Jack could do little but lie on a gurney beside his lover, most of his blood drained away, as Gwen passed Owen instruments, and got supplies of Ianto’s own blood from storage.
Even after the wounds were stitched and dressed, and Ianto’s blood pressure was improving, even after Jack had died from blood loss and revived, it was several hours before Ianto finally regained consciousness. He still looked pale and woozy, but he was alive, and that was what mattered.
“Hey,” Jack said. “I told you not to die! Don’t you EVER do that to me again!”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Ianto frowned. “I died?”
“Not completely,” Owen said, glaring at Jack. “Stopped breathing a few times, but Tosh gives good CPR. You’re lucky, mate; she doesn’t do that for just anyone.”
Ianto sighed. “Huh. I didn’t even see a white light.”
The End
“Yes, Sir.” Ianto’s voice had sounded disturbingly weak, and Jack had mentally cursed himself for having the team split up in the first place. The alien that had come through the Rift was an unknown, and at the time it had seemed more important to spread out so they could cover as much ground as possible in their search for it, but now…
It was no use second-guessing himself, Jack knew; the damage had already been done, and all any of them could do was get to Ianto as fast as possible so that Owen could do what he did best, stop the bleeding and patch their fallen friend up.
Tosh was calling out directions from the backseat as Owen, beside Jack in the passenger seat, dug through his medical bag, getting everything he might need sorted out so as to waste as little time as possible. When they reached Ianto, the SUV screeching and juddering to a sudden stop, Owen was out of the car before Jack could turn the engine off, and Jack himself wasn’t far behind, sparing a brief glance at the formidable looking alien, now dead, part of its head blown away by a single gunshot. Then he turned all his attention on Ianto, slumped against the wall of a derelict warehouse, face pale and sweaty, both blood drenched hands clutched against his left side, just above his hip.
Owen was on his knees by now in the mud and blood, desperately trying to get a pressure dressing on the wounds inflicted by a single savage slash from one of the alien’s razor-clawed forepaws.
“How is he?” Jack demanded, dropping to the ground on Ianto’s right, not caring that he too was kneeling in a spreading puddle of blood.
“Not good,” Owen replied, voice tight. “There’s too much blood, and I don’t know where it’s all coming from!” He fumbled for Ianto’s wrist. “Pulse is weak and thready, he can’t afford to lose any more blood, but… Damn!”
Jack gripped his lover’s arm. “Ianto! Ianto, stay with me! Please, stay with me, you hear me? You are NOT gonna die! That is NOT allowed! I gave you an order, remember?”
Ianto’s eyes fluttered open briefly, gazing past Jack’s ear. “Sorry, J’k.”
“I’m losing him!” Owen sounded panicked. “Blood loss is too severe!”
“Hook me up!” Jack snapped, shrugging his coat off and tossing it aside, then wrenching his shirtsleeve up, baring his arm. “You can do that, can’t you? A direct transfusion, me to him?”
“Jack…”
“Universal donor, remember? Almost as good as having an unlimited supply of his own blood. What’s in me should be enough to get him back to the Hub, right?”
“I don’t know, but it’s worth a shot. Tosh, get over here and keep pressure, here, and on his hip, I think most of the blood’s coming from those two wounds. I need my hands free.”
“What can I do?” Gwen asked, hovering behind everyone.
“Get the SUV’s doors open, and get in the driver’s seat, with the engine running. As soon as I get Jack and Ianto hooked up for the direct transfusion, we’ll need to get in the car and go. Can’t waste time fiddling.” Owen was already inserting the cannula into Jack’s arm, taping it in place before connecting the needle at the opposite end of the tube into Ianto’s arm and opening the valve, Jack’s blood flowing into Ianto, replacing what was still leaking out through the deep gashes in Ianto’s side.
As soon as that was done, he, Jack, and Tosh worked together to move Ianto into the backseat, where Gwen had spread a plastic sheet from the boot.
The drive back to the Hub was surreal, Owen and Jack crammed into the backseat with Ianto as Gwen drove as fast and as safely as she could towards the Hub, emergency lights flashing, strobing blue in the darkness. Thankfully, due to the late hour, the roads were almost deserted, and Tosh, in the front passenger seat, made sure all traffic lights were in their favour.
Sliding the SUV into the underground garage and stopping, Gwen and Tosh leapt out, fetching a stretcher to take Ianto down to the med bay. By now, Jack was getting a bit lightheaded from blood loss, but still, he helped carry his lover to the treatment area.
Owen worked like a demon for the next three hours. Four times Ianto stopped breathing, Tosh handling CPR while the medic worked to clean and close the wounds in Ianto’s side. Jack could do little but lie on a gurney beside his lover, most of his blood drained away, as Gwen passed Owen instruments, and got supplies of Ianto’s own blood from storage.
Even after the wounds were stitched and dressed, and Ianto’s blood pressure was improving, even after Jack had died from blood loss and revived, it was several hours before Ianto finally regained consciousness. He still looked pale and woozy, but he was alive, and that was what mattered.
“Hey,” Jack said. “I told you not to die! Don’t you EVER do that to me again!”
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” Ianto frowned. “I died?”
“Not completely,” Owen said, glaring at Jack. “Stopped breathing a few times, but Tosh gives good CPR. You’re lucky, mate; she doesn’t do that for just anyone.”
Ianto sighed. “Huh. I didn’t even see a white light.”
The End
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