InsaneJournal

It had taken some time, but eventually Ianto ended up in the remains of the gym in the make shift triage, along with the rest of the walking (or not, as the case may be) wounded.  His arm had been splinted and bandaged neatly and his head looked at and eventually he was left alone on a cot.  There were too many hurt and not enough doctors, after all.  Jack, when he had gotten too antsy, was shoved gently but firmly towards the entrance.  He was the hero, after all.  It was his job to save the day.

So, Ianto did what he did best, which was generally, support.  He drifted from cot to cot, making certain that people were as comfortable as possible.  Doing this had the added benefit of keeping him awake, though he was near drooping with exhaustion.  By doing this, though, it meant that someone didn't have to wake him up every hour or so to make certain he was coherent.

Well, that and this helped to keep the terror at bay.  Especially when an aftershock rumbled through.  As gentle as they were (compared to the real temblor) Ianto's eyes still cast themselves upwards towards what was left of the roof.  Just in case it decided to come down upon their heads.