Hey guys! I'm so sorry for not updating in awhile. I was really trying to perfect this chapter. As requested, this chapter is longer than the other. Thank you for the feedback, I really appreciate it. Here's chapter 4! I hope you enjoy it!

"Ready…." Jack said hoarsely, volume just above a whisper. He was absolutely terrified for what was about to happen, and he no longer bothered to hide his fear. Ever since the accident, he had been downplaying the situation because he hated to appear weak. Saying yeah, I'm fine, instead of, I think something's wrong. I'm just a little sore, rather than, something inside me is broken. But at this point, that was the farthest thing from his mind.

Dylan placed his hands on Jack's torso, brushing them along the bruises. The sudden pain bringing him back from his thoughts, Jack tensed up, tightening his grip on Lula's hand while squeezing the table side even harder. His breath quickened and he could feel his stomach rising and falling against his broken ribs.

"Here we go," Dylan said softly. Jack looked up at him, panic and fear laced through his every expression. He then closed his eyes and lowered his head back down into the table, clenching his teeth to keep himself from crying out.

"Go."

Dylan pushed down on the first rib, a sickening pop ringing throughout the silent room. Lula winced at the noise, Danny ran a nervous hand through his hair, and Merritt simply stared in shock.

Jack gasped loudly, his eyes shooting open. A white hot pain coursed through his abdomen, throbbing especially around the rib. He wanted to wrap his arms around himself and curl into a ball, but he knew he couldn't. His breaths turned into short gasps, the air never fully reaching his lungs. He squeezed his eyes shut again, trying to block out the pain, and hide the single tear that was threatening to fall.

"Ok, ok, first one's done, Jack. Can you handle three more?" Dylan asked gently, placing a hand on Jack's shoulder.

No, I can't really take three more, this sucks…

"Yeah….just….do it," Jack croaked, trying to keep his voice from cracking.

Dylan gave him a slight nod and returned his hands to Jack's stomach. He ran his hands along the bruises until he was directly over another one of Jack's ribs. Jack flinched violently, the simple contact igniting new waves of pain.
"Right there?"

"...Yeah."

The familiar pop traveled around the room, followed by a few crunches. Jack groaned loudly, almost to the point of a cry. He rolled over a little towards Lula, shying away from Dylan's touch.

He opened his eyes slowly, as he was met with the calming sight of Lula's face. A small smile danced across her lips, trying to mask the worry and concern.

"Hey," she whispered, reaching a hand up to brush back the hair that had matted to his forehead. "Just a few more, ok?"

Jack tightened his grip on her hand, being brought back to the reality of what was happening. He'd much rather be marveling over her smile than having his ribs (quite painfully) rearranged.

"It hurts...so...bad…." he rasped. The tear that he had been fighting so hard to keep in fell from his eye and began to slide down his cheek.

"I know, I know… Just a few more, ok? Then we're done. Promise." She reached out and wiped away the tear with her fingertip, never looking away from Jack.

"O….kay."

Jack tried to prop himself up on his elbow to turn back over, but he collapsed in the process, letting out a soft cry. Dylan quickly grabbed his shoulders and gently turned him over so he was laying on his back.

"Two more. That's it," he told Jack.

Bullshit. Easy for you to say.

"Alright."

Dylan once again ran his hands over the black and blue marks until he found the most sensitive spot. He stopped moving his hands when he felt Jack shudder under his touch. He looked to Jack, who nodded.

As Dylan began to apply pressure to the bone, a searing pain ripped through Jack's torso. He immediately jumped up, grabbing Dylan's arm and pushed it off of him. His breathing was labored, and the agony had amplified. Understanding what he just did, Jack realized he had probably caused himself more discomfort than prevented it.

"Ok, ok, easy," Dylan said calmly, although he was surprised at Jack's reaction. He unwrapped the horseman's fingers from his arm which had left a few marks from his death grip. Jack allowed Dylan to guide him back down to the table, sinking into it defeatedly.

"M' sorry," Jack mumbled, a mixture of embarrassment and exhaustion slurring his words. "It just...hurts…and...and..."

"I know, Jack, I know. It's ok, I understand." Dylan now felt more guilty than ever. He was putting Jack through hell, and he was apologizing to him.

"Two more, ok? I'll do it as quickly as I can, ok?"

Two is kind of a lot.

"Ok….quick."

"Quick," Dylan repeated, nodding as he said it.

His hands jumped around the sea of black and blue, stopping when Jack inhaled sharply and tensed up. Stay down, stay down, stay down, Jack said over and over again in his head. He felt the familiar pressure and began anticipating the burst of agony. The white hot suddenly traveled through his body, and he couldn't restrain himself from lunging up to try to stop it.

However, a pair of hands grabbed his shoulders and slowly pushed him back down. Confused to why the agony had not ceased, Jack gazed up at the person restraining him. In his pain induced state, Jack hadn't even realized Danny appear beside the table.

"You're alright, easy, easy…" Danny's voice floated down to Jack, it's usual sharp, straightforwardness nowhere to be found.

Jack fell into Danny's touch, letting him entirely lay him back down. He limply sank into the table, all of his strength drained. A small groan escaped his lips as he rested his head back. He looked up to Dylan, who looked almost as tired and pained as he did.

"One...more?" he croaked, barely enough energy left to speak.

"Yes...one more. That's it, ok?" Dylan replied.

Jack slowly nodded, closing his eyes in efforts to block everything out.

The dreaded, familiar process started one last time. Locating the bone, Dylan pressed lightly on the bruise.

"Jack?"

"Yeah."

One last crunch, crack and pop echoed in the room, followed by a shout and gasp from Jack. He had been trying so hard to keep it in, but it broke free from his lips. He slowly opened his eyes, looking up at Dylan through the tears.

"Done?" he asked wearilty.

"Done," Dylan began, "...just have to wrap them, then everything's done. Promise."

Jack's eyes widened. "What….there's….more?" His breath quickened as he felt his heart race.

"No, no, it's ok," Dylan quickly assured to keep Jack from hyperventilating. "Compared to what I just put you through, this'll be nothing." He bent down under the table to retrieve the med kit.

"Better...be…" Jack mumbled, not ready at all to re-experience the agony.

Dylan smirked at him, shuffling through the contents of the box before pulling out the wrap.

"See? Just a bandage," Dylan explained, holding the wrap out in front of Jack, as if showing a child that something they're afraid of is harmless.

"Thank god," he rasped, voice still shaky.

Dylan smiled at him again, glad that the mood was lifting. As he was unwrapping the bandage, his phone began to ring. He sighed, taking it out of his pocket.

"I got it." Jack looked over to see Danny, arm extended, waiting for Dylan to give him the bandage.

"Thanks," Dylan replied gratefully, tossing the wrap to Danny and moving away from the table to allow Danny to get closer. He then left the room, phone raised to his ear. Merritt followed, going to ready the couch for Jack. Lula left as well, after placing a kiss on Jack's forehead. A weary smile spread across his face as he watched her leave. He then looked back to Danny, eyeing him carefully.

"Do you….know what….you're doing?" Jack questioned.

Danny scoffed at him. "I'm Meredith Grey, aren't I?"

Jack laughed a little, thankful for Danny's sarcasm for once. "Hope so."

Danny returned the laugh, letting it travel through the grave expression that he had had for the past few hours.

"Can you sit up for me?" Danny asked him, not sure how much he was able of doing on his own.

"Yeah…. If you help…me," Jack replied sheepishly, reaching his arm up to Danny. The other horsemen grabbed his hand and slowly pulled him into a sitting position. Jack winced, squeezing his eyes shut temporarily. He slowed his breathing, waiting for the pain to pass. Once it did, he opened his eyes again and was met with a newly-concerned Danny.

"Good?"

"Yeah." His voice was just above a whisper, sounding more like a hoarse cry than his normal light-hearted tone. He gingerly stretched his arms out behind him to prop himself up so Danny could start.

Danny took the end of the wrap and placed it on the front of Jack's stomach, then proceeded to wrap it around his torso once. Jack flinched slightly, but it was nothing compared to earlier.

"How are you feeling?" Danny asked, continuing to wrap the bandage.

"...Better," Jack managed. He was met with an annoyed expression from Danny, who then laughed under his breath.

"You're a horrible liar," Danny teased, catching a glare from Jack.

"It's fine…..I'm….alri-" he was interrupted by a gasp after Danny pulled the bandage too tight over one of the bruises.

"Shit, sorry," Danny mumbled, loosening the pressure of the bandage and then redoing it. He looked back down to Jack, a small smirk on his lips. "Yeah, you're totally fine."

Jack stared playful daggers at him, sighing and dropping his head a bit. He didn't know why he was still trying to hide the severity of his injuries; something inside him told him not to appear weak, to be strong, but he knew there was no need for that.

Danny then finished wrapping Jack's ribs, sealing the bandage off above his right hip. He smoothed a hand over it to secure the seal.

"All done," Danny announced. "So, now would you like to answer for real this time?"

Jack groaned, annoyed that Danny had yet again called his lies.

"Arlight. I mean...no… I'm not exactly….alright," Jack began, stringing his sentences together better than before.

"Good start," Danny mocked, grinning at Jack from the ground where he was putting away the med kit.

"It hurts… like, a shit ton… and I still… can't really breathe….but it's better….than before. Whatever Dylan did…. I think it...helped," he continued, regulating his breathing.

"Yeah, I'm glad it helped, 'cause that looked like absolute hell," Danny remarked, placing his hands on the table and leaning into them.

Chills rattled through Jack as he recalled it. "Yeah, that wasn't….the highlight of my day. Kinda felt like… my insides were in a blender….and the blender… was on fire."

Danny laughed, actually laughed, bringing his hand up to his face to conceal his childish grin. Jack smiled, too, feeling quite accomplished that he had broken the great J. Daniel Atlas's facade.

"Alright," Daniel said after he had gathered himself. "We should get you back into the other room. I think Dylan wants you to sleep on the couch for the next few days."

Jack groaned, wanting nothing more than to crawl into his own bed and sleep. "I think I should...just sleep….here…" he mumbled. He hadn't realized just how exhausted he was until this point.

Danny sighed, knowing he wasn't going to be able to move Jack, being as stubborn as he was.

"Fine," he said defeatedly. "I'll be back in a few hours. Dylan wants to see you again." Just as Danny was about to leave the room, he heard Jack's voice.

"Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm a really shitty James Bond."

This was gonna be the last chapter, but I think I'll add one more. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Please read and review! Feedback always appreciated :)