Wow, I'm busy. Another quick one. And this one was typed up on a tablet! Be proud of me! Many thanks for your support!
April 11th
Hunt
Trying to find someone or something by searching carefully.
It was something Jack had tried so hard to find. Something he saw everyday. Something that made him smile, but made him feel so jealous of.
A family.
It took a while, but he figured it out.
That was what he was missing in his life. Maybe, just maybe, having a family would make the rest of the loneliness and pain go away.
So he started his hunt.
Year after year he looked for just one person who would care about him. Jack Frost.
He never found anyone. Decade after decade only served to prove that he was worthless and unlikable.
He stopped looking.
That didn't stop him from dreaming though.
The battle with Pitch had hurt him more than he liked to admit.
His chest was aching from the numerous times he'd been thrown against things. He was pretty sure at least one rib had cracked.
His head pounded from the endless going ons of the past three days.
Most of all though, his heart hurt. It wasn't necessarily a bad kind, in fact, it was a weird kind of good. He finally had believers. He was a Guardian! But, behind that wall of happiness was a terrified boy, afraid of rejection.
They arrived at the Pole in good spirits. However, the past days wear and tear was showing. All of them moved sluggishly, exhausted. North led the way through the Workshop, the others trailing behind, Jack in the far rear.
Somehow they ended up at the hospital wing. Jack barely noticed, his eyes narrowed in near sleep.
A gentle hand guided him to a cot, helping him lay down. By that time the quiet murmurs from the others faded and Jack was almost unconscious.
A furry hand was set on his shoulder and Jack heard North taking to a yeti.
"Check over . . . injured."
The next moment, his hoodie was being removed. He tried to fight it, but sleep slowed his actions and nothing he did stopped it.
All noise in the hospital stopped as the huge blue and purple bruises became visible.
He heard Tooth gasp and Bunny swear under his breath.
He tried to open his eyes, but all he managed was a small moan.
Instantly, four beings were crowded around his bed, ruffling his hair and speaking reassurances.
Somehow, in that moment, Jack knew that his search had ended. The hunt was over because he found someone -four someones- to care for him.
A family.
