My Only Sunshine 2
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
Hiccup sat in a hospital chair, his head in his hands.
Why didn't he make Jack take his helmet? He was usually so attentive about that, making sure his friends stayed safe. How many times had he lectured him about safety, only to not care the one time it mattered?
His hands pulled at his hair, eyebrows furrowed deeply in self loathing.
He should've drove Jack, it was too cold outside for him to be biking anyway.
"Dammit!" He hissed, green eyes squinted, guilt gnawing his insides.
If he hadn't been so lazy, so self righteous he would've drove him, and everything would be fine.
His best friend wouldn't be in surgery now, dying.
"DAMMIT!" He exclaimed, jumping up from his seat. He needed to leave, the white walls felt oppressive and vile, like they were mocking his pain. Fluorescent lights blared down at him, making everything seem corrupt.
Logic scolded him.
Passion belittled him.
Albeit, logic yelled louder than passion, and Hiccup rubbed his temple, sighing and sitting down. "I'm sorry," he whispered, a lump in his throat. "I'm so sorry Jack."
You make me happy when skies are grey.
Emma shook with nervousness, pacing the hospital hallway.
"It's going to be okay," she told herself, not caring if she looked crazy talking aloud. It helped her nerves, and Jack always told her that it didn't matter what people thought, that it was a compliment for them to think of you at all, that meant you existed.
Thinking of Jack made things worse, and Emma wiped tears from her eyes, sniffling.
"It's okay Emma, Jack is strong. He'll pull through this. When has he ever left you alone?"
She pulled out her phone, taking a deep breath as she dialed in a familiar number.
"Mom? It's Emma, you're gonna want to sit down."
You never know, dear, how much I love you.
Rapunzel sat in the hospital waiting room, her arms around her knees, ponytail falling out. She hadn't stopped crying since Merida found her, and her eyes were red and puffy because of the fact.
She knew it was silly, that Jack was alive upstairs and after his surgery she could go see him, but she couldn't shake the image of cerulean eyes glassy and lifeless, blood smeared as paramedics cleaned it off. How could someone so energetic as Jack turn into that? His blue eyes were always thick with emotion, swirling with sadness or mischief, they were deep and lively.
They were wrong, all of them. Jack wouldn't be coming back from that.
Everyone was in denial, they needed her to be strong. If she came to terms with his death now, she could be their for everyone else later.
She pulled her knees tighter to her chest, arms shaking. She never got to tell him, she hadn't even realized how she felt. At least the extent of her feelings.
"I love you Jack." She breathed, voice inaudible through muffled tears.
"I'm sorry it had to end this way."
Please don't take my sunshine away.