So I'm sorry that I haven't updated in, like, forever, and I don't even have a valid reason. Other than I'm trying to fully enjoy summer and not having any priorities other than food, sleep, read fanfiction, watch anime, repeat. I guess you could consider uploading a priority, but #YOLO. So I'm going to try not to abandon you guys again. Even though school is starting in 9 days. And I still have 4 books to read for summer reading. And it's not my fault that all of the books are over 300 pages long and are incredibly boring. Whatever.

IMPORTANT STUFF:

So I totally got writers block on the NYC arc thingy. I swear I must have written it like 5 different times, and although I wanted it to come out being fluffy and happy, it always managed to be angsty with varying degrees of drama. Sigh. If I get any requests to continue the NYC arc, then I'll try, but I can't guarantee it will be good. So, because I need practice on writing fluff, I'm going to write more angst and hurt/comfort. My logic. Whatever. And unless I get any requests, I shall just write whatever my increasingly strange subconscious wants.

END OF IMPORTANT STUFF

I don't own ROTG. If I did I would be working on the sequel right now. Blah Blah Blah.

They had beaten Pitch. Pitch Black. The evil Lord of the Fearlings, King of the Knightmares, Bringer of Nightmares, among other nicknames.

Jack was more than a little shocked by what had happened in the past few days. He had just been minding his own business, being lonely and making it snow, nipping at people's noses (seriously, where did people even come up with that?), etc. And then all of a sudden he's shoved into a sack, people are shoving hands into his mouth, and he's a guardian.

He knew that it wasn't the previous Big 4's choice; it was obvious by how they acted and looked at him. But finally, this attention-starved spirit was getting what he wanted most: friendship.

Jack shook his head slightly. There was absolutely no reason to believe things would continue like this. It had only been a few days after all, and Bunny obviously still didn't like him to say the least. One of the guardians, probably North or Tooth, would be chosen to gently explain that they didn't need him anymore. He had served his purpose well in defeating Pitch, but they had no reason to continue socializing with him. Probably something of that nature, although they might just choose to kick him out of the North Pole and start ignoring him once again.

He curled his body tighter in the sleigh. All of the guardians were flying back to the Pole to rest and recover from the battle with Pitch. It was quite taxing to fight other spirits, and they needed to gain their strength back before they dealt with the remaining knightmares.

As Jack was thinking about this, he didn't notice Sandy staring concernedly at the white haired boy, noticing dabs of crimson on the side of his jacket. It wasn't nearly enough to be fatal, but if left alone it could get infected and may cause Jack to get very sick. Especially in his weakened state.

Sandy scooted/floated over next to Jack and pointedly pointed (don't you just love my puns?) at the blood peeking out on his shirt under his arm.

Jack stared blankly back and then twisted his body to see what the golden man was pointing at. He immediately blanched and bit his lip to bite back a cry. Jack had known that one of Pitch's knightmares had shoved him pretty hard into a building during the fight, but he hadn't thought anything of it. Spirits healed exponentially faster than humans, a fatal wound to a human could heal in a few days at the most depending on the spirit.

Now Tooth was worried too, having watched the whole thing. Bunny was on the other side with his face pressed into his hands, so he hadn't seen anything and obviously hadn't heard anything.

"Jack? Are you alright?" The multi-colored fairy asked, her brow creasing in worry.

Jack winced as he tried to unfurl himself from his previously ball-like position. "I think so…" His voice trailed off as he caught a glimpse of the red soaked front of his hoodie.

Tooth's gasp of shock roused Bunny from his self-pity due to motion sickness. The rabbit raised his head and glanced at Jack out of the corner of his eye, only to whip his head around and stare at the now almost completely red hoodie.

Jack's breath caught in his throat and he began gasping for air. His staff fell out of his hand and clattered against the floor of the sleigh. Seeing that much of his own blood had sent him into shock, and he was slowly losing control. He slumped over onto Sandy's shoulder, staining the golden sand red with the now –gushing- blood wound.

"North! Fly faster! We're losing Jack here!" Tooth screamed at the driver.

North glanced back in surprise and examined the scene for a moment, his eyes widening in shock. He whipped around wordlessly and cracked the whips lightly against the reindeers' backs, making sure not to hurt them.

And so they flew at breakneck speeds through the air, trying to get to the North Pole in time to save Jack's seemingly in-danger life.

I really don't like how I ended this one, but I'm tired and have to go to sleep. I might edit it in the morning.

Just to address a few questions you might have:
The reason they flew in the sleigh instead of using a snowglobe is because they didn't have any left. The ones that they did have got lost in the battle with Pitch.
The reason it took so long for Jack to realize the severity of his wound was because Jack is used to feeling pain. He just wrote it off as some minor injury because to him it just didn't hurt that much.

Well good night guys and I hope you have a beautiful life.