"Wouldn't I? Let me guess... you've fallen into thinking that you don't need to because of this reason or that. Jack, you don't know what I've had to face because you haven't been around the others since they stopped believing. You are starting to act like Cupcake... and last I knew she was starving herself because she wanted to "look pretty" for Prom." Jamie folded his arms, he wasn't backing down. Jack shifted to glare at him again.

"Whatever, if you try to feed me again I will bite your fucking hand off." Jack was pissed, he didn't care; he made the choice to eat or not.

"Fine. If you have to eat my hand to get something your stomach at least that's something. I am not going to just sit back and let that woman's efforts be for nothing!" Jack just glared.

"Just try it, see what happens." He growled only for them to be interrupted by a soft knock and a yeti warbling about refilling Jack's IV.

"Stay out." Jamie barked at them, taking the replacement and doing it himself before he leveled his gaze back at Jack.

"Just how do you want that hand. Raw or cooked?" His gaze was dead serious. Jack snarled.

"Raw, if you try anything." Jack growled, he wasn't going to let Jamie scare him, even if he was Jamie. He knew it was a douche move, but he would not eat.

"Okay... might not taste as good... but it's your meal... by the way... left or right?" Jamie wasn't kidding around as he met Jack's gaze seriously, drawing moisture from the air to form a blade from ice. Jack growled at that.

"Don't even dare, I don't need you cutting off a hand!" He looked away from Jamie, looking at the drip; he pulled it out and stood up.

"I'm out of here." He fell as soon as he stepped onto the floor.

"What the hell! I can't move!" Jack struggled to stand up, it taxed what little strength he did have. Jamie folded his arms, the dagger still hovering in the air nearby.

"What did you expect? You haven't eaten, you lack the strength to do much of anything." Jack huffed, stubborn as he was he should have realized that and his strength was fading fast; his body was shutting down just form doing the tiniest of movements and he grunted, going unconscious. Jamie sighs a little and picks Jack up from the floor settling him back in the bed and setting all the equipment up once more. Having watched closely how it was all done and he was glad he did. It allowed him to feed Jack a bit more while he was out cold. Jack could fuss all he wanted, but Jamie was going to do anything to get him fed. He dismissed the ice blade he'd created earlier. A yeti warbled at the door uncertainly with a tray of food for him and he nodded a silent thanks. The yeti left just as quickly as it had come and Jamie ate his meal. He wasn't going to follow Jack's example here, he still wasn't at full strength himself due to Gale's antics. God how he wished he could... but no... that little voice in the back of his mind kept him from starving himself. Jack came to again about a few hours later.

"W-what the hell..." He felt like he had a pounding headache and again he felt the texture and then taste of food. He groaned.

"Damn it all..." When Jack came to, Jamie was playing a game of chess with Sandy... and so far the game was evenly matched. Each had contributed pieces to the game and the game board; so it was half ice, half sand.

Jack lolled his head to watch the game but pain throbbed in his stomach, a machine nearby began beeping to indicate that Jack was dangerously low on energy and was in need of nutrition. Jack groaned a little, the feeling was killing him. Jamie moved a piece before floating over to Jack and changing the IV again. Then he checked the food bag before using the tube to slide more food down Jack's throat; rubbing his throat gently to get the automatic reaction to swallow to kick in before the food got down the end of the tube; that way Jack wouldn't have the food going down the wrong pipe and choking him. He kept this up for a while before cutting off the tube and carefully removing it, setting it aside before going back to the chess game where Sandy was patiently waiting, having made his move. Jack whined a little before he watched the game, scanning the pieces he looked slightly spaced out. Jamie ignored the whine best as he could as he tried to corner the other Guardian's king, but it was proving difficult. The older Guardian wasn't slack on skill in this game and they had been matching each other for the last eight moves. Jack watched carefully, quieting down as he saw an opening to Sandy's queen, but also seeing an opening to Jamie's if he took the chance, the pawn could take it out. Jamie didn't take out Sandy's queen, instead he moved his rook to guard his own queen when he saw she was vulnerable. Jack was astounded, thinking for a moment as he saw that Sandy moved on the defensive as well; moving a pawn to protect the queen while the king protected the left side. Jamie frowned slightly, the two of them seemed evenly matched for the next few moves until Sandy took out one of his knights. The two went back and forth, trying to outdo each other but in the end Sandy won with a last move that left Jamie in checkmate. It had been a close game. Jack thought that the game had gone great, he'd never been able to beat Sandy at chess, but Jamie was the closest to it that he'd seen. Jamie smiled a little.

"I guess I should have known I couldn't beat someone older than me in chess." Sandy grinned a little.

"Game of checkers next?" Sandy nodded and the pieces on the board changed as they set to setting up their sides of the board. Jack sort of wanted to play, but he felt scolded from earlier... or was it yesterday? He coughed slightly as he needed water; it was the only thing he would actually willingly down. Jamie glanced over at the cough.

"Do you need something?' He asked. Wondering if that was the reason for it or not. Jack nodded.

"Um, water would be nice." He winced slightly as his throat felt raw from the tube. Jamie smiled a little and fetched some water from a pitcher that was kept nearby for that reason. He poured Jack a glass and held it for him to drink.

"Don't drink too fast now." Jack nodded and drank slowly, soothing his burning throat.

"Want some more?" Jamie asked once Jack had emptied the glass. Jack shook his head, his body was very thin now and he coughed, causing him to gag and then throw up in the trash bin all that had been fed to him that day. The machine began flashing again, North came in at that moment and had with him a potion he'd been working on with Bunny, the mixture would ensure Jack's stomach settled and would provide the badly needed nutrients as well.

"This be bit salty, but help for sure." North held it out for Jack to drink, though it was obvious from the gleam in the Guardian's eyes that Jack was going to take it... whether he wanted to or not... He was just giving Jack the option of doing this the easy way by voluntarily taking it. Jack gave him a challenging look, but it looked weakened as pained, he didn't drink it. North sighed a little and had Phil and one of the other yetis help him as he gave Jack the potion. Jack twisted slightly, closing his mouth tightly; Jamie winced as the yetis have to pry open Jack's mouth by force. He hated that this had to be done, but until Jack stopped being stubborn and got better to the point where his magical core could sustain itself without needing to eat it had to be.

Jack struggled a few times to spit it out as the yetis were bit mercilessly before they were able to get even a single drop in; finally they let go as it was managed, Jack growled and hated the taste that made him wince.

"Is for own good." North said once the small bottle was empty and he left with the yetis who were oddly quiet about the whole ordeal. Jamie sighed a little before turning back to his game of checkers with Sandy. Jack looked outside the window, the wind was sad and became a solid form, waving hello; Jack couldn't feel her, it made him feel sick, making his heart hurt. Sensing the wind's presence, Jamie turned and gave it a sad smile and a wave. It returned the wave, tapping at the window, wanting to see Jack. Jamie nodded a little and walked over to the window, unlatching it for the wind and running a hand along the ward that had been placed there to allow the wind in and out.

"Sorry. North put up a ward against anyone coming in or out of this window to keep Jack here until he gets better. He's a stubborn one." Jamie moved aside to let the wind into the room before closing the window behind it. Jack sighed, feeling better with the wind around until it slapped him with cold air. He stared wide-eyed, holding his face as the slap seemed to say 'Stop being stubborn!' Jack blew the wind off and the wind was shocked at this, blowing him off the bed but catching him so that he wouldn't be hurt in a gesture of 'Stop it!' It was like a glaring contest between the two.

"Whoa! Calm down wind! His being stubborn isn't a problem, though I imagine he hates me, North and Tooth about now for what we've forced on him." Jamie said, trying to calm the other spirit. The wind didn't let up, whispering in anger.

"You're NOT doing this again Jack! Not again! You almost died last time! I let you go too far! Now look at you... stop this!" Jack glared at the wind's pleas and anger.

"No." The wind snarled, whipping about before leaving with a slam. Jamie sighed, shaking his head.

"She's just trying to help Jack... Why are you so stubborn about this? Why are you so intent on making things worse?" He asked, not looking as Jack as he gently shut the window that the wind had blown open upon her abrupt exit. He latched it, he couldn't look at Jack and Sandy floated over to him, gently putting a hand on Jamie's shoulder. Perhaps Jack couldn't see it... or maybe he was just ignoring it, but the dreamweaver knew how grating this was on Jamie. How it was a struggle for the other winter spirit to watch the one who meant the most to him do this. The thing was, Jack never knew why he hated to eat, it was so painful; brought too many memories of his old life, the harsh winters. He had prefered to starve himself to feed others in the village; it was how it went, but now he didn't see as many kids not going hungry... or homeless in general, which was why he'd made it a duty to protect others and keep them fed. Jamie just sighed and murmured to Sandy.

"I need some... air." Sandy nodded and watched the young frost spirit leave, leaving the dreamweaver alone with Jack. Jack looked away, turning from Sandy; feeling that he had done it again, he'd driven Jamie away. Why do I keep doing that to him? Why can't I trust anyone? His eyes closed, tears sliding down as he went into a troubled, pained sleep. Sandy sighed a little and floated over to Jack to give him better dreams. He understood a little too well both ends and wished he didn't. He hated seeing his friends suffer like this. The dreams were strange, though he'd said he wasn't hungry he dreamt of food and sharing food with Jamie; it wasn't so strange that he would dream that as after all he wasn't eating at all. Sandy had seen it all in his vast years, so it didn't surprise him to see this sort of dream. Knowing just how much Jack cared for Jamie and the significance of the gesture of sharing food.