Double Drabble: Alien Ailment
Title: Alien Ailment
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 838: Sweat at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Poor Ianto has caught something nasty from a visiting alien.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Owen scowled at the thermometer in his hand, then glared at Ianto. “You have a temperature.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, then wished he hadn’t as it made his headache even worse. “I could’ve told you that without needing a thermometer and a medical degree,” he grumbled. “I look like I’m melting.” He’d spent half the day shivering and feeling like he was about to freeze to death, and now he was dripping with sweat.
“That’s a good sign, it means your fever’s broken.”
“Thanks for stating the obvious.”
“Are you always such a bad patient?”
“Are you always such a bad doctor? I told you this morning I thought I’d caught something off that alien that coughed on me a few days ago. You told me I was fine and to stop bothering you, that the worst I could expect was a mild case of the sniffles. You don’t even bother examining me.”
“I thought you were making a fuss over nothing!”
“Since when do I ever do that?”
Owen gave an annoyed huff. “Fine, I should’ve examined you. Happy now?”
“Not really, no. I’ll be happy once you figure out the cure for whatever I’ve got.”
“Working on it.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 838: Sweat at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Poor Ianto has caught something nasty from a visiting alien.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Owen scowled at the thermometer in his hand, then glared at Ianto. “You have a temperature.”
Ianto rolled his eyes, then wished he hadn’t as it made his headache even worse. “I could’ve told you that without needing a thermometer and a medical degree,” he grumbled. “I look like I’m melting.” He’d spent half the day shivering and feeling like he was about to freeze to death, and now he was dripping with sweat.
“That’s a good sign, it means your fever’s broken.”
“Thanks for stating the obvious.”
“Are you always such a bad patient?”
“Are you always such a bad doctor? I told you this morning I thought I’d caught something off that alien that coughed on me a few days ago. You told me I was fine and to stop bothering you, that the worst I could expect was a mild case of the sniffles. You don’t even bother examining me.”
“I thought you were making a fuss over nothing!”
“Since when do I ever do that?”
Owen gave an annoyed huff. “Fine, I should’ve examined you. Happy now?”
“Not really, no. I’ll be happy once you figure out the cure for whatever I’ve got.”
“Working on it.”
The End