Certified as an EMT. Ianto flashes back to the image of the other man standing on the beach, using his wet shirt to dab salt water on his cuts, and wonders whether all of his training only really applies to his care for other people, rather than himself. Still, John has been nothing but capable as he's taken care of Ianto himself, and while his bedside manner is somewhat lacking, he's certainly had worse. Much worse, really, and Owen was a doctor. (Is a doctor. He's still up there somewhere, with the rest of the team. He has to be.)

Ianto had brought the backpack that the Natha had first supplied them with, but he's pretty sure there were no ice packs in there to start. Making a note to add it to his growing list of supplies he'll need to add to the kit, he flashes the other man a hesitant smile. "I suppose walking into doors is right out then as well, is it?"