Hey guys! Here's the next chapter! I hope you like this one! I spent a little more time with it.

Nothing But Nargles: Thank you so much for letting me know! I had absolutely no idea. I just assumed it was the name because I've seen it all over in other fanfics. Thank you SO much! I really gotta do my research! I did go back and fix it. You're great!:)

On to the chapter!

(Previously…)

It was dark. And it was cold. And he was scared.

He couldn't feel anything at first. His mind was numb. His body was numb.

But as the dismal darkness began to subside, he could feel. He almost wished he could go back to the numbness.

A ripping, searing pain rent its way through his chest. He gasped. Or at least he thought he did. He couldn't hear. He couldn't move. And he couldn't remember anything. It frustrated him to no end.

He couldn't get out.

Was this death? Never ending numbness? Unfeeling pain? Was that even possible? To not be able to feel anything, but feel relentless pain at the same time? Forever?

As he began to resign to his inevitable fate, the pain spiked exponentially.

His eyes opened.

…

(A few minutes before…)

Jane had just finished changing the bandages wrapped around Jack's slim frame. His appeareance exuded such illness, she had to look away. This wasn't right. This wasn't how Jack Frost should look. The way that Jamie described him was as a cheery, fun-spirited boy, who always managed to have a smile playing on his face, no matter the circumstance. Quite a far cry from the pale boy who lay dying on the bed.

Sandy insisted that he lead Chris, Jamie, and Sophie on a tour throughout the Pole, as to distract them from the current horrors. North had taken up his work again, while Bunny and Tooth sat impatiently with Jane.

"Is he… you know… going to be okay?" Tooth asked hesitantly.

Jane sighed. She had taken the meeting of the beautiful Toothfairy and the whimsical Sandman a lot better than she had with the previous Guardians. She stared directly into Tooth's eyes, a tact she had mastered while trying to comfort a suffering family in the hospital.

"Honestly… I don't know. Only time will tell. But, from what I've heard about him from my son, he's a very strong young man. I think that he'll pull through. I can't promise that it will be easy though. He's lucky to have such great friends at his side." She managed a small smile.

Tooth smiled back at her, tears glazed in her violet eyes. Bunny continued to stare hard at the ground, shoulders bent, paws clasped, brows furrowed.

Just at that moment, Chris burst into the room.

"Hey, Jane! There's a bunch of Chewbacca's running around! Did you see? They're all over the place!"

She snorted and rolled her eyes. Her husband was such a nerd.

He turned away, eyes widening in panic. "Hey wait! Don't leave me behind! Chewy!" The door shut.

"I'm sorry… but, what is a 'Chewbacca?' Tooth questioned.

"You don't wanna know." Bunny said.

Jane dismissed their conversation, and glanced at the boy on the bed. She wondered what he was like. Who was the boy who brought Winter fun to the world? Was he anyone before? What was his life? As her thoughts delved deeper and deeper as she stared at his face, she noticed something.

He began to stir.

"He's waking up!" She whispered frantically, drawing the quick attention of the other two occupants.

Part of her was frightened, but another part of her was excited to properly meet the boy who she had been treating these past few days, despite his condition.

She injected some Fentanyl into his IV, as to subdue the oncoming pain. She hoped his body would accept the fluid. She wasn't sure whether or not the inner workings of immortals functioned the same as normal humans did.

It appeared as though the children and her husband had finished their tour of Santa's workshop, and they filed into the room, Sandy trailing slowly behind.

"What's going on?" Jamie asked, noticing the sudden commotion and hopeful eyes of those inhabiting it.

"Looks like Jack is waking up, bud!" Chris said, answering for Jane.

Jamie's eyes brightened considerably, and he grabbed his sister's hand, moving closer to Jack's bed.

Only a few moments passed, and Jack's eyes fluttered open, revealing icy blue irises.

Everyone stood, hovering over him in anticipation.

"Jack?" Jamie wondered, inching closer to his side. He placed his free hand on Jack's.

"…Jamie?" He winced in obvious pain. So the pain medication wasn't working. Jane internally cursed the circumstance, but forced a happy face for the sake of her patient.

"How are you feeling, Jack?" Jane asked warily. A stupid question, really, but she needed to know.

"I… where am I?" He asked, eyes hazily taking in the room.

"You're at the Pole, kid. Got ya here just in time too." Bunny replied.

"Wha… but… Pitch." His voiced raised an octave, and his eyes became clear with realization. "Pitch! He… he was there! A-at Burgess! But, we gotta get him! He's back, guys!" He raised himself up onto his elbows, hissing in pain.

He was in hysterics.

"Jack. Jack! Please, just… calm down. You're safe now." Jane soothed, placing gentle hands on his quaking shoulders.

"Yeah, Pitch can't hurt you now. You're with us. You're with friends." Bunny said, setting a paw on the stressed teen's knee.

"No… no! Please! You don't know! Please!" Jack cried.

Tooth clasped a hand to her mouth as Bunny took a step back in shock. Sandy began to form a golden ball of sand in his hands, preparing to use it if the need arise.

Jane continued trying to console the injured Winter Spirit, but to no avail. He wouldn't still.

She glanced at her children, staring, wide-eyed as Jack writhed on the bed, out of both pain and fear. She caught her husband's eye, and he knew what to do.

"Come on, kids. Let's go explore some more of the North Pole." He said, reaching out to them, trying hard to maintain a cheerful expression.

Sophie fell for it, but Jamie would be more difficult to convince.

"No, I need to stay here! I need to be with Jack!" He stomped his foot firmly to the ground. He wasn't going anywhere. Chris wouldn't have it. He bent down and scooped Jamie into his arms, keeping a strong hold on the thrashing boy. He swiftly left the room, Sophie following close behind.

Meanwhile, Jack continued to struggle. Bunnymund sent for North, and in a matter of mere seconds, the Russian barreled into the room.

"What has happened?" He demanded.

"He won't calm down. The medications won't work. I don't know why. Maybe his system freezes the fluids before they can properly travel throughout his blood stream. That's my best guess." Jane said, ever so composed.

North's expression softened slightly, and he stepped up to the bedside, taking Jack's small hand into his huge one.

"Hey there, Jack. Everything's okay, see? You're here, with all of us. You're safe."

"No. NO! Get away! GET AWAY!" He screamed.

"He's hallucinating!" Jane rationalized.

"Sandy!" North ordered.

But before Sandy even had the chance to raise his hands, Jack began to seize.

There you go! I hope you liked it! I'm going to try to start writing longer chapters from here on out:)

Also, for any of you Hobbit or LOTR fans out there, the first chapter to my next story will be up either later tonight, or tomorrow, so I hope you guys will check it out! It will be exponentially larger than this fic. But don't worry, ROTG fans! I will always update this story before my Hobbit one, until it is completed:)

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