"You would," Owen agreed. "You'd probably beat it, too. Not without getting a few cuts and bruises to show for it, but all the same." Tucking the antiseptic wash away, he dug around until he pulled out a small, aluminum tube with nothing but the words "TORCHWOOD: 838297" on its side. He held it up to her line of sight.
"Now, I'm not meant to use this outside of Torchwood, but I am never one to follow orders. Don't ask me what it is, just trust that I use this on my own cuts from time to time and it speeds up the healing process." In truth, nobody knew what it was. It was just some Alien Artifact that he had taken for his own purposes. "It's going to be cold," he warned, putting a small amount of the grayish salve on a swab and picking up one of Elektra's hands. "Now, are you going to tell me about what's bothering you? And more specific than "the virus," please."
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Date: 2010-11-24 07:28 am (UTC)"Now, I'm not meant to use this outside of Torchwood, but I am never one to follow orders. Don't ask me what it is, just trust that I use this on my own cuts from time to time and it speeds up the healing process." In truth, nobody knew what it was. It was just some Alien Artifact that he had taken for his own purposes. "It's going to be cold," he warned, putting a small amount of the grayish salve on a swab and picking up one of Elektra's hands. "Now, are you going to tell me about what's bothering you? And more specific than "the virus," please."