My third drabble for Challenge 401: Cold at tw100. Sort of follows on from the last one. Maybe.
Summary: The members of Team Torchwood are under the weather from being under the weather.
Sniffles and hastily muffled sneezes echoed throughout the Hub. Ianto made a mental note to buy more tissues when he did the lunch run; the way they were going through the available supply, they’d run out soon. He blew his nose, dropped the soggy tissue into his rubbish bag, and went to work emptying the bins.
Outside, the sun was shining on a balmy summer day. Ianto hated it. Why couldn’t it have been like that last week when they’d spent all day chasing down a swarm of giant bugs? Then maybe they wouldn’t have caught this stupid summer cold.
The End
Outside, the sun was shining on a balmy summer day. Ianto hated it. Why couldn’t it have been like that last week when they’d spent all day chasing down a swarm of giant bugs? Then maybe they wouldn’t have caught this stupid summer cold.
The End