Ianto really thought that it was easier said than done, breathing and calming himself down. Sulu didn't see how much blood there was there, he probably wasn't listening to his voice to hear how out of it he sounded, how his eyes were slightly unfocused and he looked just about as far from 'okay' as Ianto had ever seen him look. And Sulu had avoided his question.
"Just humor me, god damn it," Ianto said, his hand pressed firmly to the towel against Sulu's temple, bracing it with his other hand on the opposite cheek. "Your name and rank. Or... Or my name. What you ate for dinner tonight. Anything. Please." If Sulu started having memory issues, then their situation was going to get that much worse. Symptoms of head injuries took a moment to really kick in, Ianto knew, and if Sulu was going to pass out on him or god knows, something worse, he wanted to be more prepared for that than he was at that moment, standing over him, absolutely panicking because now that the ghost was capable of hurting them, everything was so much worse than before.
Ianto realized he was panicking, but he couldn't help it. The fact that he was holding a towel to a head wound caused by the throwing of a heavy object by something they couldn't even see that had developed some sort of sick attachment to him had him more than a little spooked. "Christ. I should have seen this coming. I should have recognized that things would just get worse. We should never have come back here tonight, what the hell was I even thinking..." he rambled, trying to keep himself from hyperventilating, because that really wouldn't help them now.
no subject
"Just humor me, god damn it," Ianto said, his hand pressed firmly to the towel against Sulu's temple, bracing it with his other hand on the opposite cheek. "Your name and rank. Or... Or my name. What you ate for dinner tonight. Anything. Please." If Sulu started having memory issues, then their situation was going to get that much worse. Symptoms of head injuries took a moment to really kick in, Ianto knew, and if Sulu was going to pass out on him or god knows, something worse, he wanted to be more prepared for that than he was at that moment, standing over him, absolutely panicking because now that the ghost was capable of hurting them, everything was so much worse than before.
Ianto realized he was panicking, but he couldn't help it. The fact that he was holding a towel to a head wound caused by the throwing of a heavy object by something they couldn't even see that had developed some sort of sick attachment to him had him more than a little spooked. "Christ. I should have seen this coming. I should have recognized that things would just get worse. We should never have come back here tonight, what the hell was I even thinking..." he rambled, trying to keep himself from hyperventilating, because that really wouldn't help them now.