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Rec: Cura Deum Di Sint by zabbers
Title: Cura Deum Di Sint
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zabbers
Genre: Angst
Rating: R-rated
Summary: Jack gets hurt.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~4,600 words
Warnings: Character death
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This fic broke me. :( It was beautifully written and so sad too, and I really like how Ianto takes care of Jack when he's in pain. Very...heartbreaking.
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Author:
zabbersGenre: Angst
Rating: R-rated
Summary: Jack gets hurt.
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot, ~4,600 words
Warnings: Character death
Comment or Excerpt from fic: This fic broke me. :( It was beautifully written and so sad too, and I really like how Ianto takes care of Jack when he's in pain. Very...heartbreaking.
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"That sounds like some storm." Jack's voice was stronger, though perhaps more harsh.
It didn't need saying: weather this bad meant there would be no leaving the cabin, even if Jack could be moved.
"There might even be flash flooding," Jack continued gamely. "High winds, fallen trees..."
"It'll pass," Ianto said, and his own voice seemed gravelly, unused.
"No, it won't."
He wondered if it would be possible to set the breaks himself.
"Ianto."
And whether there were sterile instruments so he could stop the internal bleeding.
"Admit it."
"Storms always pass."
How was it Jack, who was the one needing care, could sound so gentle and so stern all at once? "That's not what we're talking about."
"What would you have me do?" Ianto's bewilderment was genuine. "Just--give up?"
"Yes." That simple. "Like you gave her up. That's why you're here, isn't it?"
It didn't need saying: weather this bad meant there would be no leaving the cabin, even if Jack could be moved.
"There might even be flash flooding," Jack continued gamely. "High winds, fallen trees..."
"It'll pass," Ianto said, and his own voice seemed gravelly, unused.
"No, it won't."
He wondered if it would be possible to set the breaks himself.
"Ianto."
And whether there were sterile instruments so he could stop the internal bleeding.
"Admit it."
"Storms always pass."
How was it Jack, who was the one needing care, could sound so gentle and so stern all at once? "That's not what we're talking about."
"What would you have me do?" Ianto's bewilderment was genuine. "Just--give up?"
"Yes." That simple. "Like you gave her up. That's why you're here, isn't it?"
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