Characters: Ianto, another character.
Written For: Challenge 462: Fever at tw100.
Summary: Ianto has a fever, or does he?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto dragged himself groggily awake. He didn’t know what time it was, but it was obviously late at night because everywhere was in pitch darkness. At first he wasn’t sue what had woken him, just that something wasn’t right. It wasn’t until he tried to move that it hit him; he felt like he was burning up. Sweat broke out across his body, and the covers felt like they weighed a ton.
‘What’s wrong with me?’ he thought, instantly fearing he’d contracted some deadly alien fever and wondering how it could have happened. He was always careful when handling unidentified artefacts down in the archives, and he followed protocol on retrievals. Of course, if the disease was airborne then such precautions wouldn’t help much. Were the rest of the team similarly affected?
Gathering his strength, he managed to sit up enough to turn on the bedside light.
Oh. That was why he was so hot.
“Oi! Get off me!” he said, shoving irritably at the cause of his overheating. “You’re worse than a cat!”
Grumbling, Nosy uncoiled from where it had been sleeping on top of him and reluctantly slithered off the bed.
“Thank you.” Now maybe he’d cool down.