Drabble: Bell-Rung
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jupiter2932Title: Bell-Rung
Author:jupiter2932
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Characters: Gwen, Jack, Ianto
Notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100, Challenge 803, Knock
Summary: Head injuries are never fun.
"Oh," someone says. "That looks nasty."
"Yep. She took a good knock to the head."
What's an American doing in—oh. Right. Jack.
"Wha—" No. That's not right. Someone pokes at a spot on her forehead, and—oh, God, blinding pain. "Stoppat."
"Open your eyes and make me," Jack says.
Ianto's behind him, texting furiously on his phone. "Owen'll meet us at the camp."
Jack looks infuriatingly concerned when she blinks, leaning over her with bloody hands. He grins, though, when she looks up—right until her eyes drift shut again.
But Gwen knows it's okay.
She's in good hands.
Author:
jupiter2932Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: G
Word Count: 100
Characters: Gwen, Jack, Ianto
Notes: Written for
torchwood100, Challenge 803, KnockSummary: Head injuries are never fun.
"Oh," someone says. "That looks nasty."
"Yep. She took a good knock to the head."
What's an American doing in—oh. Right. Jack.
"Wha—" No. That's not right. Someone pokes at a spot on her forehead, and—oh, God, blinding pain. "Stoppat."
"Open your eyes and make me," Jack says.
Ianto's behind him, texting furiously on his phone. "Owen'll meet us at the camp."
Jack looks infuriatingly concerned when she blinks, leaning over her with bloody hands. He grins, though, when she looks up—right until her eyes drift shut again.
But Gwen knows it's okay.
She's in good hands.
