Owen frowned. He too heard the commotion. And it sounded bad, very bad. He began to worry about it, until his eyes looked back at Jack. He couldn't focus on that now, he had to focus on Harkness. He was the first priority. Besides, if anything was a problem, they'd need him to help and, as usual, take charge. Thankfully, whatever it was seemed to worry the nurses. Their beepers suddenly were going off, very loudly. They ran from the room, stating they would be back in a moment. Fine, Owen thought to himself. A moment is all I really need.
"Olwen, get him started on the morphine. 600 cc should do it." He looked at Tosh, quietly sharing a look with her. He didn't want to do it anymore than she probably didn't want him to, but at least it was quick and painless. The sooner he died, the sooner he'd wake up again. Hopefully. He didn't voice that aloud. Jack always woke up, right?
He turned and walked over to the other side of the bed. He grabbed a stethoscope and a blood pressure cuff. He wanted to measure Jack's vitals while all this happened.
"C'mon you bloody wanker, come back to us," he muttered. His voice was quiet, but the emotion in it was unavoidable.