'Something's wrong'
That's the first mostly coherent thought Jack could muster up. It wasn't even the words itself, more like the feeling that something wasn't right. He broke through the wall of the classroom and stepped into the light of life on the other side and yet he didn't feel very alive. In some ways Jack felt a little cheated. He fought so hard to break free and yet he still feels trapped. Why couldn't he just wake up and be done with this entire thing. According to the fanfictions Miko always pesters him with, after breaking free of whatever is trapped a person mentally that person would instantly wake up in a hospital bed basically all better.
'That's stupid' He thought a little more coherently. Jack was right of course, because if having a nurse for a mother taught him anything, it's that the recovery process for major injures is anything but quick and easy. This feeling of being trapped in a muggy haze isn't the result of his soul trying to ascend to heaven, he already took care of that problem. No, the cause of his troubles came from his flesh and blood body. As it turns out, there isn't a magical fix for being flattened and impaled by a metal staircase. But dammit, if Jack was a bit more coherent he would pray to God for some magical fix. Unfortunately, he's trapped in the haze of injury.
Despite the odds, Jack pulled his mind together long enough to conclude that he has a concussion…. probably a major concussion.
Then there were the voices. At first Jack thought the whispers came from his own tilted psyche but he couldn't be sure. Truth be told Jack couldn't be sure of anything at the moment. Despite the confusion he liked the voices. He couldn't understand them but he figured a voice that could pass through the haze and calm him couldn't be all bad, no matter what the voice might be saying.
Time also bothered him greatly. It was weird. Jack pinned the fact that one second could feel like days and hours feeling like seconds to the concussion. The kid knew he's been stuck here for a while but whether a while means a couple weeks or a couple of years is beyond his current comprehension abilities. So instead of trying to figure out a way out if the fog himself Jack figured the nice voices could do it for him. All he had to do was follow them.
And oh how he tried to follow them. The whispers seem so close yet far away. Always out of his reach yet sometimes he feels his fingers barely brush the sound.
All so strange.
All so familiar.
All he needs.
All he has.
It's barely there.
It's his entire world.
And all he can do is drift.
And all he can do is reach.
JaCk…..Jack.
"Jack"
He knows that voice. Or at least he knows that he should know it.
"Jack….efndfrfnrnc,….Jack…..I think,..jefjrfnwlkd ,,,he's.. fhwuiiwlr… waking… qeoidjryfg up." A different voice yet familiar spoke. Jack, himself, understands. He gets it. He can feel himself shift from being surrounded by haze to being surrounded by noise. He starts to focus on the constant beeping and shuffling and mumbled words of the real world. He can feel the the tingling in his figure tips, the tongue in his mouth. Everything is overwhelming and painful. He's still so confused and dizzy and he can feel the tug of the haze trying to pull him back. For a spill second he considers it to be the better option. But he wills himself to push forward because the voices are still there to guide him and he's still willing to follow.
'maybe it's God' he thinks. 'then again maybe it's not' Because not only are there more the one voice but Jack's sure a few of them are female.
'whatever…..why would God choose to help me now' The inner altar boy in him cringed.
'no….I can't blame God for all my misfortune' He argues back to himself.
'I chose this and I'd do it again. Because…because… I love them….Them?...Miko and Raff.'
'MIKO…RAFF'
'The voices'
The voices weren't just voices they were his friends. He could hear them calling his name through the vanishing haze.
The haze cleared.
Jack opened his eyes.
He opened them only to be blinded by the light.
He didn't like it.
The light faded.
In its place hovered two faces.
Miko…..
Raff…..
There were tears.
"Hey guys" Jack rasps weakly and then promptly passes the fuck out.
The following days are a blur of being awake, not remembering being awake, talking, forgetting what he was talking about, tears, government official, angry mother, angry Fowler, worried friends, and pain. So much pain.
But he was being a man about it. As is to be expected of a teen in the middle of a cyber war. Though he will not lie that morphine in the greatest thing to exist in the history of medicine. 'Friends were pretty great too.' Jack decided as he looks over at his sleeping friend. Both had crashed on the couch next to his bed hours ago.
Jack looked at the morphine bag above his head.
'but morphine might just be a little better.' He chuckled.
Jack sat up in his hospital bed content for the moment of silence. He loved his family and friends and he was thankful for the doctors but they all can be a bit overwhelming at times. A quiet moment through the general chaos of life helps the mind body and soul.
Jack peered at his sleeping friends once again with content. Ya that where a little battered and bruised but it was better than dead…..do much better. He sighs contently and smiles at the pair and wishing he had a camera to capture their stupid sleeping faces.
'I hope I don't forget this.' he hopes. Through as time passes a concussion is still a concussion.
Jack lays back into the hospital bed feeling dizziness and nausea starting to set in from sitting up. He clenches his eyes shut and draws a deep slow breath in order to try and calm down his head and stomach. He takes in the quiet atmosphere.
"You look like shit."
Jack's eyes fly open to the unfamiliar voice. He looks over to the door of his hospital bedroom. A guy stood leaning on the door frame. Jack lets out a semi relaxed breath when as recognizes the visitor.
Jack looks at his lap not able to look the person in the eyes which is ok because the other was doing about the same thing.
"W-what are you doing here?" Jack fumbled quietly as to not wake up Miko and Raff.
"That's a stupid question." The other breathed out equally silent. "Be you always were a bit of a dork." he followed.
Jack grumbled in annoyance and tried to sit up once again.
"I wouldn't do that unless you want to get dizzy again."
"How long have you been standing there." Jack asked accusingly.
"A bit, I'm surprised you never noticed. That concussion really done a number on you." There was a pause after that, thought it wasn't awkward. The silence was filled with thoughts and silent conversations. Jack looked out the window. The other leaned over to check if the hospital hallway was still clear.
Jack let out a soft chuckle, anything more would A. wake up Miko and Raff and B. hurt his ribs.
"My mom would kill you if she found you here then she'd come after me."
The other smiled, "My dad would do the same." Both frowned. Thinking too much can do that to a person. He finally looked up to the boy in front of him.
"I'm glad you're here, not matter what my mother things of you."
The boy at the door didn't respond to Jack's statement but he did raise his head to look at Jack.
"Are we still friends?" He asked sincerely. Jack didn't respond right away because he hasn't really considered it lately. So the other boy continued,
"I mean I know we fight all the time, and I know I haven't been the nicest though you've had your asshole moments too, and I know our parents don't want us to have anything to do with each other, and I know you've been busy with the Autobots and I kno…"
"What!" Jack cut him loudly. He quickly closed his mouth and looked toward his sleeping friends. Miko and Raff grumbled a little then went back to quietly sleeping. Thankfully. Without taking his eyes of his friends and ask,
"How in the world do you know about that."
"Despite your unbelievable lying skills you've never been able to hide anything from me. Just because we haven't really been around each other the past couple of years doesn't mean I can't read you like an open book. Alway have always will, no matter how much we fight, and, hate, scratch or claw at each other that will never change."
"How long have you known." Jack meekly asked. Trying to think back to anything that would have gave him away.
"Not long after you hopped on that motorcycle for the first time." He smirked.
"You've known for that long." He rush whispered. The mood in the room was becoming light as the two boy bantered back and forth.
"Hell ya man, why do you think I challenged you to all those races. And by the way if your motorcycle wasn't a freaking space alien I would have totally beat you."
"Ya right" Jack countered. They both chuckle to themselves.
"I best be going before your mom or that agent dude shows, up plus you look like you're about die" The boy stood up from leaning on the wall ready to leave.
"Wait!" Jack quickly interjected. "About your question earlier, about us still being friends. We are. No matter what,... no matter what fight, no matter what family feud, we will always still be friends and I'm sorry I forgot that." Jack's breath came out in short pants.
"I'm sorry too." The boy replied. He looked at Jack one more time before leaving the room.
"Goodnight Jack."
"Goodnight Vince." Jack replied. With Vince gone Jack's sleepy eyes closed.
'Please don't let me forget this.' And he fell asleep.
Hi so sorry for the wait and the short chapter. Also sorry about the the grammar and such. If anyone is available to be a Beta that would really help me. Anyway I hope you liked this chapter. Leave a comment. Tell a friend. Do a little dance. Live your dream.
PS. No I'm not shipping Vince and and Jack they are just friends. Get your head out of your ass.
