Mission Accomplished
A Jelsa Fanfiction
Another cliffhanger! Muahahahaha... ANYWAY time to get to the next chapter :p enjoy!
Chapter 4
Elsa (duh, cuz Jack's unconscious)
My eyes widen as I watch him go under.
My body goes into auto pilot. I barely register what I'm doing as I take the grappling gun and stick it on a thicker part of the ice. I wrap the actual gun part and the cord around me, and plunge into the hole.
It's dark and cold down here, though I don't pay attention to it. I see a darkened figure slowly sinking to the bottom, and I find myself running out of air.
I come back up, breathe, then go back under. I grab hold of the figure and pulls as hard as I can. I press the button on the gun, and the cord starts to go in, pulling us up.
I am running out of air.
My lungs burn as the light gets brighter and brighter, which is a reassuring thought, but my lungs burn so much more. My head finally meets air and I gasp, taking in the cool, sweet sensation.
I lug Jack out of the water and onto the ice. I push him towards the edge, then get him onto the grass.
I check his pulse for a whole minute; I can't find anything. I don't see him breathing, and my eyes widen. I know what just have to do.
I start to perform CPR- all agents had to be certified- and hope against hope that he is alright. But it's hard. My hands are unsteady, and are hard to control. I manage to keep going. Wait a minute. Why do I care?
Let me answer that question:
1. You like him.
2. He saved you.
3. Did I mention that you like him?
Shut up, I tell myself as I continue.
Finally, water spews out of his mouth, and he opens his eyes, coughing and weak. Very, very weak. "Elsa?"
I nearly punch the air and cheer, but i feel too ditzy and disoriented. Tears form in my eyes. He almost died. "J-Jack. We need to get you to a hospital. D- Do you know how cold that water is?"
I suspect he has at least some form of severe hypothermia. I was in that water for maybe 5 minutes total, Jack even more. In water, heat from our bodies is lost even more quickly than normal (think about what happened on the titanic), so it wouldn't be hard for us to have something like that.
My pulse is there, but it isn't as strong, another sign of hypothermia. My breathing is faster and I feel a bit dizzy. I don't think mine is severe, however. Only Jack.
"You were d- d- dunked too." He's right. I'm freezing, and the sensation hasn't gone away yet. My lungs still hurt too.
"We'll go together then." I call over a passer by. "Can I b-borrow your phone?" I left mine in the car.
She nods, having seen everything, and hands it to me.
I dial. "911, what is your emergency?"
"Y-yeah, hi this is E-Elsa Winters. My friend fell into a frozen pond, and s-swallowed a lot of water. I d-d-dived in and s-saved him, as well as performed CPR. Don't worry, I'm c-certified. Can you send an a-ambulance over? We're at Burgess Park, near the pond." My teeth are chattering, and I'm certain my lips are blue as well.
It's getting harder for me to think straight. Dang it.
"Of course. We'll be right over." I look down at Jack, who is now asleep- at least, I hope he's sleeping.
The ambulance comes soon enough, and eventually Jack and I are loaded into the back of the ambulance.
As they check our vitals, I find myself staring at Jack. Please let him be alright...
My eyelids start to grow heavier and heavier. Must be fatigue, another sign of hypothermia. Great.
The last thing I see is Jack's face before my eyes shut, and I go to sleep.
(Maybe an hour later. Do you know how smart I feel right now? I had to look all that stuff up, but I still feel smart.)
I wake up in a bright, sterile and white room. I'm covered in warm blankets, and I'm not shivering so much anymore.
All the details of the last few hours come rushing back to me. The fight, Jack pushing me, him falling, me saving him, me diagnosing both of us with hypothermia even as my brained started to slowly down and calling for help.
A doctor comes in a moment later. "Ah, Miss Winters. So glad to see you're awake."
"What was the final diagnosis?" I ask, burying myself under the blankets.
"Mild hypothermia. Would have been worse if you had stay in the water too long."
"What about my friend?" I ask, fearing the worst.
"Ah, Mr. Jackson Overland? Yes, severe hypothermia, but we managed to get him to his normal body temperature."
I can finally relax. "Thank you. When do you think I can visit him?"
"We'll be keeping you overnight, so I'd say tomorrow when you are both released. You need to stay in bed and keep warm. Just to be safe."
"Alright. Thank you again."
"You are very welcome." A nurse comes in and places a cup of something warm on the bedside table.
"It's warm milk." She explains. "Should help warm you right up."
I thank her, and take a sip. I do feel better.
But it would be even better if I could apologize to Jack.
Because right now, I'm certain he hates me.
Jack
I wake up to the sound of a heart monitor. Where am I? What happened? I look around and see th at I'm in a bright sterile hospital room, with a small tv flickering in the top left corner. I'm covered in thick blankets, and my head is slightly throbbing.
Then I remember. Elsa and I were fighting, and I pushed her off the cracking ice. I fell in. She must have saved me.
A female doctor walks in. She has extremely long golden hair. (Bet you can guess who it is) "Mr. Overland. You're awake."
"How long was I out?" I ask, rubbing the back of my neck.
"Over an hour."
"What happened while I was out?" I seem to remember Elsa hovering over me, tears in her eyes. She looked worried sick.
"Your friend performed CPR and called 911. When we found you, you were unconscious and your friend was on the brink of it. Soon after we found you were suffering from severe hypothermia, while Elsa's was mild. But you pulled through."
"Wow. When will I be out?"
"You don't stop asking questions do you?" She laughs. "Don't worry, I was the same way when I was younger. We're keeping you overnight, but you should be fine, come tomorrow. You should get some rest."
"Thank you, doctor...?"
"Fitzherbert." (I like gave the whole thing away. Oh well.)
"Right. Thanks."
"You are very welcome. Now get some sleep!"
"Aye General!" I give her a mock salute, and lay down in my bed. But all I can think of is Elsa. Man, she must hate me now.