Ianto took a deep breath. "No, I'll help. I should help in some of this." He moved around to Jack's shoulders, letting Hakuba take the legs, and the two of them were able to lift him enough to get him onto the backboard. Ianto tried very hard not to pay attention to what it felt like to lift Jack, nor the sound of doing so, but it was hard, and when they were done, he sat back with a noise not unlike a sob, although his eyes remained mostly dry. He'd try and save the crying for later, when it was just Jack. As it were, he swallowed back bile in his throat and fought the urge to be sick.