Jamie couldn't come with Jack even if he wanted to. After all, he did have soccer practice at 4:30. And so Jack took Pitch by the arms and used the portal bomb to jump across with Baby Tooth twiddling in confusion and disgust at the new guest or, the new patient.
The weight of Pitch by his side, he was relatively surprised how light Pitch was despite his tall and looming height. It was as if one blow of wind and Pitch could be lifted away to the sky.
With one foot set at the workshop, hustle bustle died and everyone looked toward Jack with unconscious Pitch by his side. One elf frantically began to run around in panic while Yetis watched on, carefully assessing every move. It wasn't soon later that North appeared behind the wooden door, taking control of the room entirely with his classic red suit.
His blue eyes usually twinkling with curiosity and wonder was clouded with confusion and befuddlement.
"Jack, what's going on? I have been hearing that Pitch is in the Workshop with you." North asked as he stomped closer to Jack and he frowned in disdain as he remembered last time Pitch was in his workshop. It wasn't a pretty memory. Then finally, he noticed a Pitch by Jack's side, unconscious. Suddenly his eyes soften as if with a single glimpse, he understood the situation.
"It's a long story North. But a shorter version is, I think Pitch needs help. He's...not well."
North didn't say anything but instead he turned back toward to the massive wooden door and walked across the hallway with Jack following by his side and icy wind swirling around Pitch, gently carrying him to what eventually was a warm room with a simple bed with red covers, a window with dark blue curtains and a wooden reading desk with a wooden chair.
"You can let Pitch rest here for a while. But I want to hear the story, Jack." North said and he crossed his arm. Jack looked at his staff and sat on the reading desk and told him how he got a call from Jamie and so on.
By the end, North had both his eyebrows raised to the ceiling, looking even more flustered than before.
"Pitch trying to seek help from the very kid that defeated him? This is strange, even for Pitch." North pondered. "And this black liquid he has been coughing up, what do you think it is?"
"I'm not too sure. I think he lost a lot of his power since our last fight. Maybe he is having trouble getting back on his feet?" Jack questioned. "I mean, have you ever seen Pitch behave this way in the past? You guys have known him longer than I have."
Jack had a point and his theory was well sounded. North's scrunched his face as he tried to remember anything close to Pitch's behavior during the dark ages and their separate fights. But he drew blanks. Shrugging, they both looked back at the pale man who drew staggering breath in his sleep.
"Time to call the rest of the Guardians. Just in case." North said resoundingly.