"Misjudged my block, got me in the arm with a knife. I'll live but it's limiting my range of movement."

He finishes off the quick, rough wrap and begins to tie the bandage in a knot -- holds one end between his teeth and yanks it tight.

"Right."

Come on John, get going. Do something. He rolls his shoulders and gives his hand a test flex, judging how much he needs to compensate. It wasn't as deep as it could have been. He can handle it.

Then something moves in his peripheral vision and John is grabbing for the hand Ianto still has the stun gun in, whipping it up and around to whatever is closing in on them.