Ianto winced slightly when the syringe was pushed into his skin and the pain killer injected into him. He tried to relax back into the chair, he spied the scissors, "We can get my jacket off," he insisted, "It was expensive over, a bullet hole is one thing but trying to stick the arm back on after your dodgy cutting skills, it will be impossible," Ianto turned to look at Jack hoping for back up about the destruction of one of his sex suits that they both loved so much.