Jack took one look at Ianto and shouted for Owen, grabbing his lover by the arm and dragging him towards the autopsy bay.
“Jack, let go! What’re you doing?” Ianto tried to pull himself free as Owen appeared, summoned by the yelling.
“Ianto’s got Thalaxian Measles! He’s covered in blue spots!” Jack’s eyes were wide with worry.
Sure enough, Ianto’s face was spotted with tiny blue dots.
“Don’t think there’s anything to worry about unless it infects clothes too.” Owen pointed at identical dots on Ianto’s shirt.
“My pen exploded,” Ianto explained. “I only came down to change my shirt.”