Untitled Torchwood ficlet
The pain is gone.
The arm, hanging uselessly by her side, had just started to ache through the haze of morphine, and the abdomen wound had burned like a hot poker.
Now, though, it is gone. And so are Jack and Gwen and Ianto, and only Toshiko is left sitting on the floor, holding a hand over the wound that has
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