Rhys had thrown his back out again, this time playing rugby.
Helping him into the car, Gwen tried to persuade him to see a chiropractor, but he refused.
“I’m not paying some overpriced sadist to torture me! I’ll be fine with a few days’ rest,” he insisted, but next day, he couldn’t even straighten up.
Gwen didn’t know what to do, so sought Ianto’s advice. After all, he did claim to know everything.
His answer was certainly unexpected.
“Ask Tosh, she has magic hands, and she knows acupuncture.”
Tosh was happy to help, and surprisingly, Rhys didn’t complain at all!