Hi! New series, sequel to Broken and Beloved. If you haven't read that one, then you probably should. Recap real quick: Jack has been Pitch's slave for almost two hundred years. Can the Guardians help him heal? Broken and Beloved is pretty short though, so I think that you should read that before reading this. Well thanks for reading that AN and here we go!

Disclaimer: No ROTG for me. *sniffle*

Jack awoke to fluorescent lights in a white room. He blinked. He was lying in a bed. A bed. A freaking bed. Where was he?

"Jack!" A feminine voice said happily. Jack blinked again. What?

"You're awake! I'm so happy! For a minute I thought you died! I was so worried! How do you feel? Does anything hurt?" The voice rambled on and on.

"I'm sorry, where am I?" Jack murmured, until a brightly colored face came into view. He immediately recognized the lilac eyes, feathery updo, and bright white teeth.

"Tooth?" Jack whispered. Tooth nodded enthusiastically. "Yep, it's me! For a minute I thought you had amnesia or something, 'cause I was sure you were dead a few minutes ago."

"So, you hungry? Want something to eat? I'll get North and he can come look after you while I get some food. But then the yetis will need to check on you and see what they can do, alright?" Tooth asked. Jack, who had gotten lot somewhere around "North", nodded and bowed his head in submission.

Tooth pretended to not see the bowed head of the winter spirit and flew off to find North.

"Oh, North!" She called. "Nooooooooorth!"

North appeared in a doorway, holding a tiny hammer that looked comical in his huge hands. "Tooth?"

"North, I'm going to go get some food for Jack, so can you get your yetis and see what you all can do? Thanks!" Tooth said, zipping down to the kitchens.

North rolled his eyes and called some yetis to hellp him as he entered Jack's room.

"Jack!" He greeted. Jack flinched at the loud noise and looked up for just a second before his eyes disappeared back under the snow-white bangs. North felt his heart clench in sympathy and said gently, "The yetis are going to do a quick check up, okay?"

Jack looked up to see the a yeti coming in with a roll of bandages. Jack pressed himself against the bed and stared at the yeti with thinly veiled distrust and fear.

North came a bit closer. "Jack, it's okay. He won't hurt you. He just needs to see your chest for a minute so he can get your ribs back in place."

Jack nodded slowly and peeled off his blood-soaked blue hoodie, revealing an emaciated frame with the rib bones jutting out from the pale skin. Phil the yeti located the broken rib soon enough and taped it up. Jack was stiff as a board for the whole procedure.

One glance at the clearly starved winter spirit was enough to send the Guardian of Wonder into a heart-cleanching walk of shame. There were streaks of pale pink and angry red as scars dotting the pale skin and the rib bones were nearly visible through the thin skin.

The yeti grunted and Jack instinctively curled into a ball, protecting his just-taped-up ribs and cradling his broken arm against his chest.

"It's okay," North assured him. "He won't hurt you. He just needs to see your arm and leg now. Don't worry."

Phil the yeti got Jack's arm and leg into casts and lumbered back down the hall with a grunt of approval. North gave him a quick thank you and turned back to Jack. "Feel okay?"

Jack panicked. What was he supposed to say? Pitch liked it when he said he wasn't okay. Would Norht like it if he said he wasn't okay? Why would someone ask if he was okay? Was it rhetorical? Should he answer?

As Jack began his internal monologue of worry, North waited patiently for an answer until Jack whispered, "I don't know."

"Does anywhere hurt?" North pressed. Jack considered again. Everywhere hurt, but the yeti had just looked at him. Would North consider a no a lack of gratitude? Jack was grateful for a bed and someone actually caring enough to talk to him, but he didn't know what to say.

"I don't know," he whispered again. North tilted his head and said, "Rephrase. Does anywhere hurt? And if you say yes, I won't get mad. It's okay."

Jack slowly nodded. "Everywhere hurts." He breathed.

Tooth flew in with a tray balanced perfectly on one of her hands. "Jack! How did the check up go? Hungry?"

Jack flinched at the sudden loudness but regained control. "I-I can eat?" He whispered. Tooth gave him a strange look. "Of course!"

"Pitch always s-said that slaves d-don't require food," Jack said softly. "I c-can eat?"

"Why that little-" North began, although he was shushed by Tooth. "Yes, Jack, eat all you want. I'm going to have a serious talk with North about language."

North glared at her and she glared right back, mouthing, 'Don't teach him curses in Russian for goodness sake.'

North sighed and rolled his eyes. "Alright Jack. I'll callBunny to come watch over you."

"Bunny!" North yelled suddenly. Jack shot straight up and out of the bed, tripping over his feet and landing on his face. He scrambled to get back up and stood poker-straight, breathes short and heavy, blue eyes wide with fear.

"North!" Tooth scolded. North offered an apologetic smile and said in a low voice, "Jack, it's okay. It's okay. We won't hurt you."

Jack glanced at him, terrified, and then bowed his head again. North could still sense the doubt, distrust, and fear, but he knew that he had to get Jack back in bed. "Here, Jack, why don't you get back in bed?"

Jack hesitantly sat back down on the bed and, with a bit further prompting, slipped under the covers. Tooth gave him his tray, and when her hand brushed his, he flinched back and looked up quickly.

Tooth offered a reassuring smile and handed him a piece of bread. Jack stared at it as though it were some sort of alien mushroom and whispered, "Who do I give this to?"

Tooth's mouth fell open. "Nobody. It's for you."

Jack blinked. "F-for me?"

Tooth nodded and pressed Jack's fingers around the bread. "Now, eat."

Jack hesitantly raised the bread to his lips and took a tiny nibble. Tooth nodded encouragingly and he took another small bite.

"Th-thank you, I-I'm full," Jack whispered after about five tiny bites. The bread was barely even a sixteenth gone and the tray was untouched.

"Well, of you say so," Tooth said doubtfully, taking the tray and bread from him and balancing it on her hand again. "I suggest you go back to sleep."

Jack nodded, getting out of the bed. "Where should I sleep?"

Tooth gestured to the bed with her free hand. "The bed."

Jack looked taken aback, but he slipped back under the covers, his eyes already closing. Tooth smiled at the sight and whispered, "Good night, Jack. I'll get Sandy to give you sweet dreams."

The end! Hope ya liked it, mates! Haha, I sound like Bunny. Aaaaaaannnnnyyyyways, have, you guys listened to 'I'm still here' from Treasure Planet? It sort of fits Jack, the movie Jack. I love the song. Anyways. Hope you enjoyed! And as always, read and review, my cookies!