"What's wrong with him?"

"How could you do this?"

His head is pounding and he can t focus on anything.

"I don't know what's happening?"

"Why's he doing that?"

The voices drifting around him, so loud, almost shouting.

"Quick help me hold him!"

"This isn't supposed to be happening."

He opens his eyes and slams them shut again against the harsh light.

"We have to do something!"

"If he doesn't survive... I will kill you."

Something rough touches his arm and he thinks it s supposed to be soothing but it just seems itchy against his skin.

"I can't work any faster if I don't know what I'm looking at!"

"Shit! Move!"

He wants to scream but his mouth feels like it s full on cotton wool and there s an almost overwhelming taste of blood coating his tongue.

"He's getting worse!"

"Grab his arm!"

A needle pierces his skin and he can feel the liquid moving into his veins as his heart pumps it around his body and slowly everything starts to go black.

"I'll fix this Ianto, I promise."