Double Drabble: Injured Again
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badly_knittedTitle: Injured Again
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 867: Right at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Poor Ianto is in the wars.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
For the first time in his life, Ianto found himself wishing he was lefthanded. It was a bizarre state of affairs brought on by the fact that he’d managed to break three fingers the previous day thanks to a bizarre accident involving a Weevil and a heavy metal door. The damaged digits were now splinted and taped together to keep them immobile while they were healing.
Suddenly, Ianto found himself barely able to do anything, from tying his shoelaces, to holding a pen, and even just making coffee was awkward, because he was accustomed to operating all the buttons and levers with his right hand. Using his left felt totally unnatural, and picking up a loaded tray was out of the question.
Frustrated and annoyed, he retreated to the archives, only to discover that trying to do the filing one-handed was just as bad. Pushed to the limits of his patience, he gave the nearest filing cabinet a vicious kick, only to wind up hopping in a circle, swearing in a mix of English, Welsh, and Japanese.
When he finally managed to hobble up to the main Hub, Owen cheerfully informed him he now had a broken big toe too.
The End
Suddenly, Ianto found himself barely able to do anything, from tying his shoelaces, to holding a pen, and even just making coffee was awkward, because he was accustomed to operating all the buttons and levers with his right hand. Using his left felt totally unnatural, and picking up a loaded tray was out of the question.
Frustrated and annoyed, he retreated to the archives, only to discover that trying to do the filing one-handed was just as bad. Pushed to the limits of his patience, he gave the nearest filing cabinet a vicious kick, only to wind up hopping in a circle, swearing in a mix of English, Welsh, and Japanese.
When he finally managed to hobble up to the main Hub, Owen cheerfully informed him he now had a broken big toe too.
The End
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