Ianto bit his lip, and with his free hand, took the other towel that he'd laid out and gently wiped at the blood that Sulu'd at least helped get wet so that it'd be easier to clean off. "I care what it throws at you," Ianto said quietly, "even if you don't. Another hit to the head, and you could have serious brain damage. I don't care whether this is a virus and that might not actually be the result, that everything might be miraculously fixed. I don't want to have to see that. I don't want to have to deal with you leaving me alone in a room with a ghost that's had a look into my memories and knows exactly which buttons to push to really mess with me because I really can't handle that right now so please, please, don't make things worse." Ianto realized he was rambling and starting to panic again, so he took a breath and shut his mouth tight, lowering his eyes to where he was working on cleaning the blood off of Sulu's neck and shoulder.

"Sorry," he said, after a moment of collecting himself, feeling the need to apologize. "It's just that... I see enough of people getting hurt and dying on my account with Jack, and I really don't want you to join him in that habit."