Double Drabble: Accidental Damage
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badly_knittedTitle: Accidental Damage
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badly_knittedCharacters: Jack, Owen, OC.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 853: Accident at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen was sure this alien wasn’t THAT seriously injured.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
“Owen? What did you do?” Jack asked quietly.
“I don’t know!” Owen was looking in horror at the alien visitor he’d been treating for injuries sustained when hir small flyer had been dragged through the Rift and deposited unceremoniously in the sea just off a mostly deserted stretch of coastline outside Cardiff. “It only seemed to have minor wounds when you got it out of that stupid little flyer, some cuts, scrapes, mild contusions, possible concussion, but nothing too serious, nothing that would’ve resulted in… this!”
“If sie were human, which is NOT the case!” Jack scowled at the medic. “I told you to treat hir gently!”
“I thought I was!” Owen’s tone was perilously close to a wail. This was why he hated dealing with living patients; when they weren’t complaining about every little thing, lying about their symptoms, or otherwise being annoying, they had an unfortunate tendency to react in unpredictable ways to treatment, because of allergies, because they were more seriously injured or unwell than they claimed, or in this case, because alien physiology was so alien he’d screwed up. “I didn’t mean to break it!”
“Have no fear, my kind shed and regrow damaged body parts.”
The End
“I don’t know!” Owen was looking in horror at the alien visitor he’d been treating for injuries sustained when hir small flyer had been dragged through the Rift and deposited unceremoniously in the sea just off a mostly deserted stretch of coastline outside Cardiff. “It only seemed to have minor wounds when you got it out of that stupid little flyer, some cuts, scrapes, mild contusions, possible concussion, but nothing too serious, nothing that would’ve resulted in… this!”
“If sie were human, which is NOT the case!” Jack scowled at the medic. “I told you to treat hir gently!”
“I thought I was!” Owen’s tone was perilously close to a wail. This was why he hated dealing with living patients; when they weren’t complaining about every little thing, lying about their symptoms, or otherwise being annoying, they had an unfortunate tendency to react in unpredictable ways to treatment, because of allergies, because they were more seriously injured or unwell than they claimed, or in this case, because alien physiology was so alien he’d screwed up. “I didn’t mean to break it!”
“Have no fear, my kind shed and regrow damaged body parts.”
The End
