He didn't want to stop. Lord help him, he really, really couldn't stop. It wouldn't have been so bad and he wouldn't have minded if he could breathe...!

One of his hands reached to wrap around his own throat lightly, unaware of the fact that there was a red rash running along his forearm as he did so. His flight or fight instinct was kicking in in a terrible way and he forced himself not hit Ianto as he pushed at the man, trying to get him away even though his entire body was saying no, don't do that. Gesturing wildly in the direction he'd tossed the kit, starting to sincerely feel the lack of oxygen, his vision graying around the edges.