(AN: Here is chapter three. Sorry for the slow updates. Hope you enjoy.)

Jack woke up at about nine o'clock. He sat up. "Good morning Jack. Dr. Stark said he will stop by during lunch." Jack stood up and felt for his robe on the dresser. He grabbed it and pulled it on. He walked to the bathroom. When he finished he carefully avoided the divider. He walked back to the door of the room and held out his hand to make sure he didn't hit the door.

He moved along the hallway wall counting his steps. He stopped when he was sure he was at the steps. He put his foot over the edge and stepped down. Jack sighed in relief. He continued down the steps slowly. When he reached the last six he lost his footing and slid down the rest of them. He gasped in pain when he hit his back on the stairs.

"Are you okay Jack? Do you want me to call Dr. Stark?"

"No SARAH. I'm fine." Jack got up off the stairs.

"Are you hungry Jack?"

"No. Just turn on the game."

Jack walked to the sofa. He lay down and listened to the game. He wasn't listening but the noise was somewhat comforting. He hated not being able to see. He wouldn't have this problem hurting himself. He really hated being vulnerable.

His eyes started to tear up but the cloth soaked them up. He fell asleep hoping Nathan would be back soon.

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"SARAH door," Nathan said as he walked down the last steps. When he walked in the door he was surprised to see Jack on the couch asleep. He saw the game playing.

"SARAH, could you turn that off?"

When Nathan walked closer to Jack and touched his back to shake him, Jack hissed in pain.

"Carter, what happened?" Jack over onto his side to face Nathan who was now sitting on the available space on the couch.

"I'm fine."

"You're not fine. You could have a pretty nasty bruise back there."

"I don't care. Leave me alone," Jack said and laid back down with his face buried into the couch cushion. Nathan got off the couch and got an ice pack. He came back to the couch and tapped Jack on the shoulder.

"Take off the robe."

"I thought I told you to leave me alone."

"I'm a very stubborn bastard. So are you. Now the robe comes off."

Jack sat up and pulled the robe off. Nathan sat next to him. He lifted Jack's undershirt up to find a medium sized bruise. He placed the ice pack on it.

"Why do you care?"

"I thought I answered that question already. Allison asked me to help and…"

"So this all because Allison asked you?" Jack asked angrily, cutting Nathan off.

"You didn't let me finish. I also want to help because if I didn't, I wouldn't be here."

"But you hate me."

"I don't hate you Jack," Nathan said softly. Jack looked up in surprise.

"Is it that hard to believe?"

"Yeah, coming from you it is."

"I feel hurt Sheriff." Nathan put his hand on Jack's face to turn it to look at the bruise on his cheek. Jack complied and turned his face. Nathan's fingers gently skimmed over it.

"Does it still hurt?"

"No."

"You know if you keep this up, I'm going to have to put pillows everywhere." Jack laughed bitterly.

"It's going to be okay."

"Stop saying that!"

"You know you need a shave," Nathan said ignoring his outburst.

"Kiss my ass Stark." Nathan smirked.

"Is that an invitation Sheriff?" Jack growled and he stood up. He walked up the stairs and to his room. Nathan watched him leave and heard him slam his bedroom door. He smiled and pulled out his phone.

"Allison, I'm staying at the bunker for the rest of the day. Yes everything is fine. I'll see you later. Bye." He hung up and pulled off his suit jacket and tie. He walked up the stairs and went into the guest room where he left them on his bed. He walked to Jack's room.

"Carter?"

"Go away," was the muffled response. Nathan opened the door and walked in. Jack was laying face down on the bed.

"I said go away," Jack said. Nathan sat on the bed. Jack lifted his head. The cloth was wet and it was sticking to his face.

"Jack I promise it will get better. I know you don't want to here that but I promise you it will." Jack bowed his head and looked away.

"I just can't help but feel like an invalid. I can hardly make it down the stairs." Nathan kicked off his shoes and sat in the bed closer to Jack.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Nathan said as he pulled out his phone.

"What's Zoe's number?" Jack looked in Nathan's direction.

"You should call her Jack. She has the right to know." Jack sighed and told Nathan the number. When the phone started to ring Nathan handed it to Jack.

"Hi Zo. No everything is fine. Well not exactly. Well you see, about four days ago there was an accident. Everyone is fine. I'm just temporarily blind for two months. I was going to tell you but I didn't want to worry you. No you are not coming home early. Dr. Stark is taking care of me. Yes I know. Look, don't worry. Okay. Love you too Zoe. Bye."

Jack handed the phone back to Nathan. "Now you can get the hell out of my bed."

"No. I like it here. I'm comfortable," Nathan said smirking.

Jack went to push Nathan but Nathan grabbed his arms and they both went flying out of the bed. Jack landed on his back and he groaned in pain.

"Damn it Carter," Nathan said as he hovered over Jack.

"I told you to get your ass off my bed." Jack leaned on one elbow. He reached his hand out and touched Nathan's face.

"Uh Carter, did you hit your head?" Jack didn't say anything and kept moving his hand gently.

"Just making sure you still look like an evil bastard." Jack felt Nathan smile. Jack lifted himself up further on his elbow. His thumb brushed Nathan's lips. Nathan drew in air sharply. Jack then pressed his lips against Nathan's. Nathan was shocked but he soon kissed back. Nathan broke the kiss.

"No Jack. You're feeling vulnerable and I'm going to do this until you are in the right state of mind."

Jack was surprised when Nathan moved away and quickly got up and walked out of the room. Jack was hurt more than anything else. Jack stood and walked back to his bed and buried his face into one of the pillows.