Disclaimer: I still don't own the show or Jack… though I did get this cute little spike studded collar for him and it even has a tag with his name on it in case he ever got lost. But since he's not mine I can't make him wear it. (shrugs) Well maybe I can give him a minor wardrobe change later in the story. Please continue and enjoy.
No Longer With Us
A blue cuff slipped around his right arm and a stethoscope pressed into the bend. "Thank you Jack. Now can you tell me how old you are?"
Through his drowsiness he still felt like he was being talked down to after the first question. He decided to be a smart-ass and commented with a groggy smirk, " I'm thwee years owd." His comment got him a sarcastic expression from his nurse. Jack looked at the nurse's name tag. It read Dan. "Look, Dan, can you tell me why you're asking me such stupid questions?" The red head said his name at the beginning of the sentence to mock him, the man didn't seem to get it.
"This is proper procedure for all the shock victims and from what I've heard, you've had some of the worst I've seen Jack. I just have to make sure your memory is in tact." Dan informed as he checked over the sticky pads on his chest.
"Where are my parents?" Jack sat up in bed and demanded as soon as the thought dawned on him.
The nurse in green scrubs gave him a sympathetic look and told him, "I'm sorry Jack…"
"Sorry for what? What's happened?" The young man insisted.
Still he received the stare of pity. "Jack, your parents… are no longer with us."
A sharp pain cracked in his chest, but not a physical one. He remembered a flash of bloody silver with his reflection in it. Quickly he shook his head to clear it of the horrid image. A pale white hand raised to the red bangs which had migrated over his eyes in absence of his favorite goggles. He dug his hand into his hair and bit his lower lip. He would not cry. He would not cry. He would not cry.
Tears fell upon the white sheets in pairs in a matter of seconds. "No… no… no no no… NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! That's not true, it can't be." The tear stained face of a teenager in grief begged the older man. Dan could only hang his head and turn his eyes away from contact.
Jack fell back into the bed and stared at the ceiling as tears slid down the sides of his face and wet his pillow. He couldn't remember anything before the last time he tried to find a Shen Gong Wu. Did he obtain the Wu he was after? Did he confront the Xiaolin losers? How did his parents die? Why was he in the hospital? So many questions with no answers. He needed to get out of here and find out.
It was that moment that the nurse decided to start his work back up. Jack could feel something cold and wet on the bend of his right arm. He sat back up to stare at the man with bloodshot eyes and asked in distrust, "What are you doing?" Jack knew perfectly well what Dan was doing once he saw the contents of the plastic bag on the desk. He pulled his arm away from the man in agitation.
"Jack it's just a simple blood test. Give me back your arm." He reached for the boy's arm but Jack wouldn't give up that easily. He eyed Dan suspiciously and refused to move. "Jack, we can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way. Don't make me do it the hard way." He threatened the stubborn child.
The red haired boy glared at him and in disbelief said, "You wouldn't."
He smiled at Jack and pressed a button on what looked like an intercom on the wall. It made a beep and he spoke into it, "Janise, we've got a code five. It seems the sedative didn't last as long as we hoped."
Great he just found out his parents were dead, he couldn't remember anything for an undetermined amount of time and his nurse had to be a sadistic bastard who got off on patients not letting him do blood tests. How much worse could this day get?
A/N: Hey… you know how I know the cold pain feeling with the IV from last chapter? Yup… I experienced it. Not fun. It is a sensation that occurs when the person administering anything through an IV does so far too quickly. Your poor vein is assaulted with liquid faster than it can accomidate it, so you get this feeling of cold pain. And Jack didn't get it as bad as it gets, he's sixteen in this fic… I was half his age, so imagine having even smaller veins.
Anyway… as juicy as that sounds I'll let you continue now
