A/N: Thanks to Phish Tacko for beta'ing this! Go read her stuff!

Ch. 60

Jack really did not want to go back to see Dr. Schnabel. He knew that he'd likely made the man angry the last time he was there. But right now, he had bigger issues to deal with. All morning, he'd been having crippling morning sickness. He'd thrown up everything he had in his stomach and then it still didn't stop. Currently, Angelica was holding his hair back as he threw up again, this time stomach acid.

"You have to go to the doctor," Angelica said. "This isn't normal."

"It's just morning sickness..." Jack replied in between heaves. "It'll stop soon..."

"You don't get this sick usually. I think you have a stomach virus."

Jack wasn't paying attention, though. He was too busy trying to ignore the horrible burning feeling that occurred as the bile in his stomach made its way up his throat.

"Ugh… Make it stop..." He moaned, resting his head on the seat.

"Come on. If you're not going to go to the doctor, then you're at least going to bed." Angelica reached under Jack's arms and pulled him up, somehow managing to balance Jack and flush before leaving. She dragged him to the bedroom and sat him down on their bed.

"Go lie down, and I'm going to get you some Gatorade. You're getting dehydrated."

Jack sighed and crawled under the blankets. "Go away... let me sleep. Can't I just have morning sickness in peace?"

"Well, I don't have to help you. You're more than welcome to go get your own Gatorade and hold your own hair back while you puke."

"Ugh. I feel terrible," Jack groaned.

Angelica felt a little remorse for snapping at him. He probably really was sick, even if he didn't want to admit it.

"Just... go to sleep, Jack."

"Sleep..." Jack repeated, burrowing deeper into the blankets.

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Angelica had gone off to take care of Angela, and so she didn't hear Jack yell a few moments later.

Well, it was more of a scream followed by a loud thud as Jack fainted while trying to run to the bathroom.

Will had heard it, though, and came rushing in. He found Jack lying on the floor, face down, with a blanket around him.

"Jack! Jack, wake up!" He said, slapping the pirate's face.

Jack didn't move. Will could see he was breathing, though, so he slapped Jack again.

"JACK. Wake up!"

Nothing.

Sighing, Will resigned himself to the fact that he'd have to carry Jack to his car and take him to the doctor. Angelica had mentioned earlier that she wanted to keep Angela away from Jack, lest the baby get sick, so he really had no choice. Obviously, Jack needed medical attention.

He sighed again, picked Jack up, and began to carry him bridal style up to the deck without even bothering to stop and put shoes on. On the way, he passed Elizabeth.

"Will? Why are you carrying Jack? And where are your shoes?"

"I have to take him to his doctor. He fainted. Tell Angelica, will you?"

"Uh, sure," Elizabeth replied, raising an eyebrow as she watched Will sprint barefoot towards his car, still carrying the pirate.

Will managed to get Jack sitting up in the front seat and buckled in. He switched his phone on and typed in Dr. Schnabel's name. It didn't take long for him to get the address of the shelter. He drove there as fast as he could, and looked over at Jack whenever he got to a stop light. He noticed that now, Jack's chin was forward, resting on his chest, and that there was vomit on his shirt. He was still getting sick even though he was unconscious. Seeing this, Will drove even faster. He made it to the shelter in record time.

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Meanwhile, back on the ship, Angelica and Elizabeth were sitting in Jack's cabin with a game of Candy Land spread out in front of them. Elizabeth had said that Will was driving Jack to the shelter, and Angelica had nodded and put a sleeping Angela to bed.

"Ugh… I have to pee."

Elizabeth glanced up at her.

"Go pee."

"But what if aliens get me?"

"Oh, that's what the samurai sword is for."

"Samurai sword?"

"Yeah, it's hanging up on the wall outside the bathroom."

Angelica glanced toward the door, then over to the desk against the northern wall. Something silver caught her eye.

"But Orcrist is right there."

Elizabeth looked where Angelica was pointing.

"…Angelica, that's a cheap replica you bought when you went and saw the last Hobbit movie with Jack." Elizabeth watched her get up and take the fake sword off the desk. She held it up in front of her and it glinted in the sunlight that filtered through the window.

"You underestimate the company of Thorin Oakenshield." Angelica grinned, held the sword up in front of her à la Aragorn and walked out of the room with her head held high.

"…Nerd."

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Once there, Will parked the car and carried Jack inside. He walked in to see several people sitting in the common room, watching television. Assuming that they were the newer residents of the shelter, he asked for help.

"Do any of you know where the doctor here is?"

"Dr. Schnabel? He's in his office, most likely," One of them answered. Will noticed that he looked very similar to Jack, but younger and paler. If it hadn't been an emergency situation, he probably would've been a bit weirded out by it.

"My friend here is a patient of his, and he's passed out, and he needs help," Will explained.

The young man he'd noticed stood up. "I'll go get him then."

"Thanks."

Within a minute or so, an older man stepped out of the hallway, followed by the young man who had gone to get him.

"I'm Dr. Schnabel," The older man said. "What can I help you with- Oh, I see. Jack is sick… Quickly, follow me to the exam room."

The doctor led Will down the hall until they came to a door on the right.

"In there," The doctor explained, pushing the door open. "Put him on the bed."

Will did as he was told and laid Jack down so the doctor could look him over.

The first thing the doctor did was check Jack's pulse.

"Well, he's still alive. What happened?"

"He was sick this morning… very sick. He was throwing up all morning. Then later on, I heard him scream and fall, so I brought him here."

"I see." The doctor reached into one of the nearby drawers and pulled out a thermometer. He stuck it in Jack's ear, and checked it when it beeped. "He's got a 101 degree fever. It's most likely a stomach virus, but we have to be careful because he's pregnant. We'll hook him up to an IV and give him some anti-nausea medication that's safe for the babies, then wait until he wakes up. You might want to call Angelica and let her know where you are if she doesn't know."

"I'll call her," Will replied.

"Good. And, just as a word of warning, your friend is going to be very weak for a while until he recovers, so he'll probably need a lot of help."

"Alright," Will said. "We'll figure something out."