Half And Half
Disclaimer: I don't own ROTG. I own myself, but Jack Frost owns my heart…
y/n: your name
e/c: eye color
h/c: hair color
h/l: hair length
Jack's POV
"Am I doing something wrong? Is there something I have to do?"
My voice cracked as I spoke to The Moon. I didn't know if it was because I was sad or because of screaming in people's faces trying to get them to see me.
"Please…I know you can hear me. Don't ignore me…"
No response.
"Please! I just need answers! Talk to me! Speak to me!"
Still no answer.
"COME ON! I KNOW YOU CAN TALK! COME ON YOU BASTARD!"
A bright light engulfed my sight and I was filled with incredible pain.
"You will not speak to me in that tone of voice Jack Frost."
The pain was unbearable. I tried to scream for help but my voice was lost. As if it just disappeared. I tried to say I was sorry, but my voice came out as a small whimper. There was still white light everywhere.
"For your actions, you will be punished."
No! If I could speak, I would be saying sorry! The pain was killing me. Then my whole body went numb.
"Jack Frost, you will be forced to walk upon Earth a mortal. You will continue to grow old unless… you can find The One whom will save you..."
Well seems simple enough right?
"Without your voice…"
And with that the light faded away.
"But there will be signs when you are close…"
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Wha…? Where…am I? Its cold…wait…why am I cold? I'm freaking Jack Frost! What the hell?! I opened my eyes to snowflakes. Falling on my face, and with every touch, soft like a kiss. But it stung with cold. Jack Frost was going to get frostbite. The irony. I looked down to see I was a good fifty feet in the air. As if my fear was sensed, I fell down. Not being able to scream didn't help. I fell down on a frozen pond with a crack.
And it wasn't the pond that cracked.
No one's POV
Jack let out a silent scream of pain. He used his elbows to sit himself up only to see his leg twisted at an unnatural angle. With tears on the brim of falling from his eyes, he looked around and saw his staff on the other side of the lake. He shimmied over. Every move giving him excruciating pain, until he reached his staff. With its help, he stood up and used his staff as a walking stick. Letting his broken leg drag along. It wasn't very painful anymore, for the cold was numbing it. His breath came out it little puffs of white as he walked. Or limped…
"…..!"
No sound came from his mouth.
He continued along until he found the small lake he called home. Hobbling over, until he reached the edge. He fell, hurting his leg once more and he started to…cry. He looked down at the lake and was started by his appearance. His hair was brown, followed by brown eyes. His skin had more color to it, but was still pale because of the cold. His cheeks also had a small blush to them. He still had on the same clothes he did before he became Jack Frost.
"Looks like I'm just Jackson Overland again." He thought. He stood up –after many attempts- and began walking again. He came up to a town…his home town. A grin flashed on his frostbitten face and he limped a little faster until he was getting closer to the lights of the town. He was going too fast to stop himself from falling down the little hill that led to the town. His body hit the ground and trees multiple times before finally stopping within his town. The people's attention went to him.
"Oh my! Are you okay!" An older lady said.
Jack looked up at her and she gasped. He was badly bruised. His lip bleeding, same with his nose. His head busted, blood staining his hair and face. Other people came over.
"Oh! Look at his leg!"
"It's terribly broken."
"He may never walk again?"
"Why won't he speak?"
The attention was too much for Jack. Even though he wanted it for one hundred years, he was in to much pain to care. He squeezed his eyes shut, an attempt to make the pain go away.
"EVERYONE! PLEASE BACK AWAY FROM HIM!" a female voice shouted.
"Ah here comes y/n!"
"The best nurse in town!"
"She's only six-teen too!"
"You're in good hands buddy!"
Jack forced his eyes open to meet e/c eyes staring back at him.
"Sir, are you okay?" she asked.
Jack spoke, but no sound came out.
"He's mute…" she said to no one in particular.
Jack felt her hand go under his back and lift him up so his back was slightly off the ground. He was getting dizzy and his vision blurred.
"Sir, I need you to stay with me okay? No passing out."
Jack managed a smile, which put a smile on the girl's face.
"He's alright. Lily! Get me the stretcher!" she yelled.
"Ay eye Captain!" Lily said as she ran away.
When Lily got back two other men helped her lift up Jack. Jack opened his mouth as to scream as they lifted him up.
"Be careful with him!" y/n said.
Jack, being to dizzy to notice, began to freak when he didn't have his staff. He began to struggle to get it off the ground.
"Sir calm down! Plea- huh?"
y/n looked down to see what he was reaching for.
"Do you want that?" y/n said. Jack nodded vigorously, causing his head to hurt with great pain. y/n grabbed it and continued to walk to the clinic. Jack tapped on her arm causing her to look down at him.
"Thank you…" he mouthed those words to her. She just nodded.
When they got to the clinic, y/n told the other people thanks and let them leave. Jack was on a bed waiting for y/n to come.
You're POV
What a strange case. This mute teenager comes tumbling down the hill with a broken leg and a bruised body. Not your everyday emergency. Maybe in the future, but not in 1723. As I walked into his room, I winced at the sight of the poor boy in front of me. His hair matted with blood from his forehead. His clothes were ripped, and his face all covered in blood and bruises. Oh yeah, and a severe case of frostbite. The poor thing was shivering all over, his lips were blue too. I set down the tray I was holding.
"Well you look pretty bad, don't cha?" I asked him.
He gave me a look that spoke "Ya you dumbass…" yet there was a slight smile. I smiled back and went over to his leg. I gently laid a hand on it, earning me a flinch.
"Pretty bad huh? Don't worry I got ya." I began to unlace the string tied on the bottom of his pants leg. After I removed both I lifted the pant leg up. His right leg was bruised, but okay. His left was bruised but not okay. It was swollen and purple. The bone was blocking the blood flow. I had to pop it into place again.
"Okay, um your leg is dislocated. I have to put it back in place. It may hurt a little." Yeah right…
He nodded.
"Okay, I'm going to count to three. One…Two...Three." There was a sickening pop that even I, as a nurse, made me sick. I heard him gasp for air as he fell back onto the bed. He was breathing heavily, obviously in pain.
"It's over now. Sorry…" He looked at me with a angry expression. I just shrugged. His leg was already going to his natural skin color. Good, the blood was flowing again.
"Now to treat you're many other injuries." I said. He smiled.
I walked over to him and undid the tie on his brown cloak and put it aside. His white shirt was stained brown and red I shook my head.
"Do you always get hurt like this?" I said and giggled afterwards.
I lifted the shirt over his head, careful not to hurt him anymore, and put it with his cloak. I turned to the tray that held medical supplies, then back to him. He was blushing madly.
"You got a problem?" I asked him. He shook his head.
I got the cloth and dipped it into some alcohol.
"This may sting a bit…" I said. He frowned.
As I put the alcohol covered cloth on one of his cuts, he clenched his fist together and gritted his teeth. As I worked my way around his torso, he started getting use to the sting and was a bit calmer. After I cleaned his torso I went up to his face. I cleaned the cut on his head and wrapped it in cloth. I cleaned above his eyes, under his nose, and his lips. He looked much better. I then swung around and grabbed a blanket and threw it over his head. He came out from under it and looked at me. Moments later he gave me a smile and a silent laugh.
"Hmm…I never got your name. My name's y/n. You are?" I asked him. It looked like he mouthed the words "Jack".
"Jack?"
He nodded. I smiled.
"Well, I think you could use some rest. You should sleep now." He nodded again. I blew out the candle.
"Good night Jack." I said. He waved.
When I got out of his room I closed the door. What a night!
Jack's POV
What a nice girl. Pretty too. I wish I could talk to her. After she left I laid down on the bed and went to sleep.
You gotta love Jack... ;)