For the first time in a long time he smiled genuinely. He felt utter gratitude towards his friends who had cleared his jumper up of any of the evidence that had betrayed it. And there it was; the easily recognisable bright blue jumper that let everyone know who was coming. He was Jack Frost, bringer of joy to children, the one who taught them they could always have a little fun. It was bright, cheerful and completely him. He looked down at his body sighing; this wouldn't do.
He knew it was foolish but jack slowly and steadily placed his good arm on the opposite side of his body. He desperately tried not to jostle his broken arm but it was difficult in his position so he was fully anticipated when a twinge of pain ran up from his fingertips and throughout his whole body. Managing to contain his groan with a small hiss of pain passing through his lips he stilled. After all the hard work the Yetis had put in to taking care of him he could hardly go and mess that all up could he? There was no point pushing his body in the condition he was in, so slow and steady was the way to get to what he wanted.
He was surprised with his patience as he breathed in nice and slowly. Usually he wanted to get to the point, get straight in there and finish whatever he was up to. But this took time and he was quite glad to take a break. Feeling ready once more he moved slowly managing to use his one good arm to raise his sore form ever so slightly away from the comforting and supportive pillows. His weak body had him trembling from the effort such a simple task was taking him and he felt a cold sweat rising on his forehead. He struggled for a moment swaying in his uncomfortable and strained position as his stomach began to twist uncomfortably.
His patience came to a swift and sudden halt as he jolted his body upright leaning forwards and letting out a cry of pain as his muscles protested and the wounds on his back stung sharply. Taking another break he tried to catch his quickened breath and shut his eyes tight whilst the momentary pain seemed to vanish in his new slouched position. He cracked his eyes open warily and looked to the back of his hand mentally thanking the Medi-Yetis for the good supply of painkillers; without which he would probably be weeping on the floor- something Bunny would never let him live down.
Focusing now on the task at hand Jack let out a slow and shaky breath as he looked at the sheets that lay covering the bottom half of his body. He hadn't seen his leg since the day Pitch had stood before him and slammed the staff down onto his leg. Just the thought made a shiver run up his spine as he remembered the sound of bone snapping slowly and painfully. He shook his head hard ignoring the dizziness that came with it, "focus Jack."
He could feel material around that region and his hopes were confirmed as he threw the blanket off of him and braced himself. And just as he had wanted his leg was firmly bandaged up and a cast had been applied making it so he wouldn't move or aggravate the injury any further.
Finally feeling as though he was getting somewhere Jack very carefully shuffled his body to the right of the bed until his good leg was able to slide of and onto the floor. He grit his teeth as he moved his left and shattered leg and was slightly surprised to find that hardly any pain could felt. Feeling quite proud of himself now, he shifted to the edge of the bed confidently before slowly rising.
He wasn't prepared for the onslaught of dizziness that suddenly clouded his vision as he swayed precariously on the spot. But instead of sitting back again he used his good arm to lean against the wall and hold himself up as he clumsily balanced his aching body on one leg. Jack shut his eyes and breathed through his nose waiting, or pleading for the overwhelming dizziness to disappear. Once he felt ready again he opened his eyes looking at the blue jumper that seemed to be much farther away now he was stood. He let out a frustrated sigh before stepping forwards. As soon as his left foot touched the ground, -however lightly he had been treating it-, agony burst up through his whole body causing him to let out a strangled cry. Jack fell to the floor ignoring the pain on the rest of his body as he clutched his knee in agony groaning and clenching his mouth shut tight in order to prevent the screams that were welling in the pit of his stomach.
Even though the burning pain in his left leg was definitely ruling out his other injuries the stinging from his stretched and wounded back was starting to hit him sharply, causing him to gasp every time as though it was being inflicted again and his muscles throbbed as they screamed in protest. Even his healing arm wasn't causing the amount of pain that was currently stabbing at his leg as he clutched it tightly with both arms.
He lay there for what felt like hours but that could have been minutes or seconds, he wasn't sure, because all Jack could focus on was the pain. It was as though he had been in a daze when the numbing finally took over and left him exhausted laying on the floor of the medi-ward- The yetis- especially Dave- were going to kill him. Not to mention his friends. As he rose his head heavily to look at the jumper that now seemed to be mocking him he cursed out loud. It seemed pretty stupid now he thought as he lay uncomfortable on the ground. He had done all of this, risked his health and all for a jumper that he could have gotten easily the moment he asked.
Now all he had to do was get back in bed to ensure that the others didn't find out. That was all. Great. He could bang his head on the floor out of the frustration he was in, but knowing his recent luck he would probably knock himself out. He observed his surroundings from the floor taking a double glance when he saw the foot of his staff just at arm's reach leaning against the wall.
"Light bulb…" He said allowed so glad that no-one was around to hear that. Reaching out with his good hand he managed to grasp the thick wood. Warmth like no other washed over him as that goose bump feeling washed over him when he was reunited with his trusty staff. He smiled his blue eyes glowing ever so slightly for the first time since Pitch first began his revenge. It vanished as quickly as it had come though and he set about his new mission.
Clenching his jaw shut he began to drag himself across the floor using only his one good arm and his other elbow. He was beginning to feel sick and light-headed again but it didn't stop him; he was down here, so he might as well make the most of it. Finally he slumped back down breathing heavily through his sore throat. He shuddered for a moment as he remembered the tight cold hands wrapping around it. He shook his head. "Stop it!"
With his staff he reached out, stretching his arm to its limit. The hooked end just managed to grab the jumper and with a shout of success he pulled it towards him. The moment his shaking hands touched the soft material he let out a sigh of content. For a moment he didn't care who would find him here on the ground, but then he imagined his friends raised voices shouting at him about responsibility and care and he felt guilty. They were going through a lot of trouble to help him even though he surely didn't deserve it, and here he was messing up again.
He couldn't help the anxiety that made his heart beat loud in his chest and the clammy sweat that covered his hands at the thought of hurting them and them being disappointed or angry at him. Deep down in his heart, in the place where it was not shattered from the breaking pressure that had been pressed down upon it, he knew he was being silly- knew that they only cared about his well-being and knew that he had done nothing to hurt them intentionally and that they wouldn't ever hurt or turn their back on him, but atop everything that had been going on he couldn't seem to push this feelings away. And so with all his strength in his weak body he roughly dragged himself across the floor biting down harshly on his lip to quell the cries of pain. Once he managed to throw himself onto his bed he could feel darkness slowly dimming all of his senses. He lay weak and helpless with his blue jumper slack in his arm. He hadn't the energy to put it on. With one last gasp of discomfort he passed out.
Hey guys, you honestly cannot despise me more than I despise myself right now. True apologies! I id have to go back in for a couple weeks to increase one grade but no excuses are needed cause truth is- I had plenty of time to write. I Dunnoe if it's the hot weather as I muchly prefer it to be cold, or whether my crappy year has just become too much, but I am sorry I have not been updating very fast. Trust me though- I will not abandon the story, because ei myself don't know how it will finish and I HATE stories that are not finished. Thanks for your continued support and sorry for the humungous delay!