Ianto groaned as he was moved, the pain rushing up all at once. But it did pull him back into the here and now, and he slowly lifted a hand to touch his head, not unhappy to see his Captain kneeling above him. "Yeah. I'm fine," he grunted automatically, slowly catching up and then taking stock of what he could see. "Attack.... it's an attack?" he guessed. Torchwood machinery didn't just blow up, not to this extent and not without alarms detecting a problem and letting them know, first.
He looked over at Jack and saw the blood as well, frowning deeply. "Sir, you're hurt. You need to sit and heal," he said, reaching to pull the collar away from the blood on his boss's neck.