It was the second night after Bruce's surgery. Alfred looked at his watch. Nearing midnight. He sighed heavily and continued walking to the ICU where his master currently lay with a hot cup of tea in one hand for Jack. He felt horrible for Jack, he really had warmed up to him. He waved to there nurse who walked out of Bruce's rooms. She smiled and continued walking. He sighed and opened the door. Master Bruce still hasn't woken thou the doctors tell them not to worry. He looks over and sees Jack sitting with the uncomfortable hospital seat as close as possible to the bed, still clutching his hand and asleep. He smiled softly at the sight. He really did care for Master Bruce as much as he did.
He walked over and gently shook him awake. "Jack?" Jack groaned groggily and looked up. Some blonde curls hanging in front of his face. Alfred chose to speak first, letting the young man before him wake up. "I brought you some tea. I'm going to be going home for he night. If you need anything let me know. " Jack nodded, still waking up, he rubbed his eyes. He sighed and looked toward Alfred. "Thanks, for everything Alfred." Alfred smiled before walking out the door. "No need to thank me. Just doing my job."
Jack smiled softly at the tea. Damn old man. He yawned and looked at Bruce who was still unconscious. His smile went away, replaced with melancholy. He gently brushed his thumb to Bruce's exposed face that wasn't covered by bandages and tubes. "I love you. Please wake up." Jack sighed after getting no response and took a hold of the tea. It felt warm in his hand. He smiled toward it. He hadn't realized how cool the room was compared to the hot tea in his hand. He took a sip and steadily drank it until it was empty. He felt sleepy again. He laid his head back where it had been so the past day and half. His hand automatic going to hold Brucies hand. Quickly falling asleep.
He wasn't sure how long he was out but he heard a frantic beeping and people rushing around. Startled, he woke up and everything seemed darker, even with lights on. Doctors and nurses rushed around Bruce. He quickly stood up, looking at the heart monitor. It was going crazy. Fast and unsteady and dangerous. He realized what was happening. And spoke in a whisper. "No." Then again louder. "No!" He saw a doctor point to him and then a nurse. She proceed to drag him out of the room. He tried to fight against it but she seemed a lot stronger. "No! Bruce! Brucie!" She shoved him into the hallway, nearly hitting the wall, had he not caught himself. The lights where on but it's like someone kept them stuck on dim. He tried to run back into the room but the closed and locked the door. He could hear the beeping, that dangerous beeping, muffled from the outside. His hands pressing into the glass window, trying to desperately to get in.
He pounded and pounded on the window. Tears streaming down his face. Suddenly he saw one of the doctors from the window stare at him. The doctor took off his medical mouth and nose cover to revel Dr. Johnathan Crane. Smirking and smiling smugly as if he had won some kind of prize. The whole hospital room seemed to go pitch black. All he could see was Crane and Bruce and the shining scalpel in Cranes hands. Jack tried desperately to break thru the glass but it was no use. He saw the first cut and broke down into as he heard Bruce scream. He couldn't look. Wouldn't look into the blue eyes. He knew they would be pleading for help. Help he can't give. Jack knelled into a little ball on the floor. His body heaving with sobs. He could make out a voice but it was muffled. "Jack!" Again it yelled. This time louder. "Jack!" Then his eyes opened. A bright light shining above him. Alfred, above him, yelling for him. "Wake up Jack!"
His green eyes were open wide, tears still pouring out of them. He saw Alfred and a nurse above him. He breathed heavy and saw Alfred sigh in relief. He felt wrinkled hands hold the side of his face, wiping tears away from horror stricken eyes. "It's alright. It was just a dream. Just a bad dream." Jacks mind chanted that. Just a bad dream. Just a bad dream. He spoke. His voice wavering and wobbly with emotion. "Is Bruce ok?" He sat up slowly. Keeping the torment of emotions under control. The nurse spoke. "Yes, Mr. Wayne is just fine." Jack looked down, bringing his hands to his eyes, the tears still wanting to fall. "Where am I? "
Alfred spoke. "Jack. Right now you are in the Psych ward." Jacks head shot up. He looked around and sure enough he had a hospital room with padded walls. It was bringing back memories he would rather keep locked up. He tried to act angry but really he was scared out of his mind. "Why?" The nurse spoke. "You had a rather violent nightmare. Your yelling and crying out for help was alerting Mr. Wayne and his heart monitor. He could hear your distress and was causing unnecessary blood pressure. Until he is woken up you are to stay here. We want Mr. Wayne in as quiet an environment as possible." "How will I know when he wakes up?" he yelled,pleaded, still in shock of it all. The nurse spoke. "we will alert you when he does but until then you are to be kept here in case you have another night terror." She walked out with a huff. Alfred went to sit next to him on the twin bed.
He sighed. "What they didn't tell you Jack was that Master Bruce almost went into cardiac arrest while you were crying out for him from your nightmare." Jack looked shocked and guilt laced his voice. "I almost killed him?" "Not killed him. You almost gave him a heart attack, there's a difference but it is very dangerous if he does have one or comes close to it. You understand this?" Jack nodded. His eyes filling up with tears. Alfred continued. "Now, it is 4 in the morning. Try to get some rest and clam down and I'll see you in the morning ok?" Jack nodded thou he hated to admit to the old man that he didn't want him to go. As once Alfred walked out. Jacks chest started to heave with an oncoming panic attack but suddenly the large metal door opened again.
"Oh, I almost forgot about this." He walked up to Jack who was stunned to silence by the medium sized, stuffed clown in his hands. It's cute with large green eyes and a big smile. Alfred smiled knowingly. "I think master Bruce won this at a carnival. He could have picked from the other stuffed animals but he chose this one. I wonder why. I thought you might like this as some company." Jack took a hesitant hold on the small, plush clown that looked a little like him.
It had a small purple and green jester hat on with tiny bells. They rang slightly, bringing a small smile to his face. Alfred came in closer and placed a kiss on Jacks head tenderly. "Good night Jack. I shall see you in the morning." Once the door closed Jack crushed the plush clown to his chest, crying into it. Feeling like a child but really, he didn't care if he felt like a child or not. He just wanted his Brucie.
He wasn't sure when he fell asleep but he suddenly felt a hand shaking his shoulder feverishly. '"Jack! Jack! Wake up!" He looked up groggily. It was the nurse. He barely could see the sun coming up. It must have only been a few hours. She looked amazed. "It's Mr. Wayne. He's awake." Jack shot up, forgetting about the clown on his bed and running to Bruce's hospital room. He nearly slid into the wall while turning a corner. He finally made it to his room in one piece and sure enough there was Bruce. Eyes open (God how he missed those blue eyes) and a groggy smile on his face. Jack smiled. Bruce spoke, thou in a raspy whisper from lack of use. "Hey, Jack." With tears in his eyes Jack walked to him, slowly, enjoying the moment. The moment he has been waiting two days for since he went in for surgery.
He finally got in arms length and saw Bruce holding out his arm, well as much as he could with tubes and wires. He gently hugged Bruce, being careful of the wires and bandages. He cried. He sobbed but tried to be quiet about it. Bruce gently pushed him away to look at him. A weak hand going to wipe tears away. "I've missed you Jack." Jack smiled thru his tears. His lips trembling. "I've missed you to." "And I heard you. I heard you when you said I love you." Jack was a little stunned. He could hear him? He put that thought away for another day as Bruce spoke. His voice nearly a whisper. "I love you." jack said back. Automatic and unafraid. "I love you to." Then he continued to mumble it again, like a prayer. Hugging Bruce around his shoulders,feeling those strong hands wrap around his waist weakly.
AN: This story aint over yet but it might like two or three more chapters to it. Who knows it might go on for ten more chapters haha. Thank you all so much for the wonderful support and reviews!