EvilMay

Deep within the Torchwood Hub, Ianto lay in the bed that was hidden beneath Jack's office.  He lay there sleepless as his mind lay blank from everything.  It had been days since he fist went down there, days since he had seen anyone else, days since he had eaten. Ianto's shallow form was huddled up in a corner, his eyes red and swollen and his head throbbed from his endless crying. He was huddled up in a ball, his arms tightly wrapped around him trying to keep the gaping hole in his chest from consuming him any more than it had already.  He felt . . . numb and hollow.  He tried to wiggle his toes but he couldn't feel them.  He knew they wer