Ianto had tried to get up and make coffee for himself and Jack but standing up had not been a good idea, his head was heavy and pounding and his body felt weak. He found himself curling back up in bed moaning softly. 

He was unsure of how much time had passed when Jack came into his room. The Welshman groaned. "S-sorry, I'm gettin' up," he assured Jack but could not get further than sitting up.