"I'm sorry, sir, but you can't come back here unless you are closely related to Mr. Frost."
"I am, damn it! I'm...his husband."
North stopped the nurse. "He comes in." He didn't leave any room for argument before pulling Pitch with him down the hall.
Pitch quickly overtook the older man, running down the hall. Finally finding Jack, he rushed to kneel by the bed. "Jack...dearest."
"Pitch...?" Jack's eyes weakly opened, looking at his love with a small smile. "Where you been?"
Pitch chuckled, sniffling as he wiped his tears away. "I've been fighting with the nurses like the arrogant prick I am."
"Mmm...does sound like you..."
"Doesn't it? Seems you truly are the only one to bring out my softer side." Pitch took a hand in his, raining kisses on the knuckles. "Where are my pretty words, my heart's treasure?"
"I love you..." He sighed happily at the kisses. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you guys."
"You should be, you naughty creature. Gave me a heart attack!"
"I'm sorry..."
"Good. And when you're well, I have the perfect idea of how you can apologize." Pitch smiled against the skin, moving his head to rest on Jack's stomach.
Jack smiled softly, using his free hand to stroke through his lover's hair. Seeing as the other arm was riddled with IV's and needles, he couldn't move it very far. He looked up at his dad, who was standing in the doorway. "Thank you for getting them to let him in. I know how stupid they can be about guests sometimes."
North chuckled, patting his belly. "I think he would have found way in with or without me."
"Sounds about right..." He looked down at the man holding him lovingly. "He always has been stubborn when it comes to me."
Pitch's voice was muffled. "Damn straight." He nuzzled further into the sheets, wrapping his arms around Jack's waist.
"But you're not straight, mon coeur." He chuckled softly, wincing only in the slightest. The hospital had really done a great job with the pain killers. "At least not anymore." North burst out laughing.
"Minx." Pitch chuckled, raising himself up enough to kiss his lover and slipping his tongue between the pale lips.
Jack moaned ever so slightly, still chuckling. "I try..."
"Lover, as much as I enjoy the sound of your voice, I want you to shut up and just kiss me."
"We're in a hospital." Jack gave him a slight disapproving look.
"I don't care. Kiss...me...now."
He had a small smile, leaning forward to lightly press their lips together before pulling away. "I don't want you to catch whatever I have."
"Speaking of which, what was the terrible illness that made my poor little love sick?"
"I don't know for sure. Something about maybe stress and being weak or something. I was a little out of it when he told me."
"Alright, my dearest." Pitch stood, kissing the pale forehead. "I'll go find the doctor and find out." Passing North, he leaned in, whispering, "Please...come find me should anything change. I've been gone too long to miss anything now."
North smiled at the younger man. "Of course. Now go find out what is wrong with him."
"He has something called Takotsubo cardiomyopathy. In other words, he has what some would call the Broken Heart Syndrome. Your husband said that he had been having chest pains recently after something happened. We believe that this weakened his immune system enough that all of the stress caught up with him, causing him to come down with an illness on top of the syndrome."
Pitch had his arms crossed, his thumbnail being worked on between his teeth. "Broken...heart...syndrome? You're telling me that my husband became ill because of a broken heart?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying, sir."
"T-thank you, Doctor." Pitch walked away, numb. I did this...I broke it...I made him ill...
North sat by his son's bed, holding his hand gently. Jack had fallen asleep not too long after Pitch had left.
"Mr. North, I need...I need to speak with you."
"What is it? Did you find what is wrong with him?"
"It was me...I made him ill."
North turned to face the man in the doorway. "What?"
"He suffered from something called Broken Heart Syndrome. That, along with all the stress of our...separation...made him ill. It was me. I broke his heart. I made him ill."
"I think that two of you should talk about that. I am sure he would not put blame on you."
"No, he wouldn't. Even if it was my fault...he'd never tell me. He's good like that...so good..."
"No. It is because he puts blame on himself. He does not blame you at all." Pitch shook his head, suddenly bursting into tears. He held a hand to his face, trying to cover his eyes. North stood up, bringing the man into his arms. "This is something two of you need to discuss. Neither should be taking blame from what I have heard of situation."
"How can I not? His heart wouldn't have broken if not for me. He would be well if not for me."
"Let him decide who should be blamed."
"Can I have a moment alone with him?"
"Of course. I will go get snacks. Come get me when you are done."
"How about you come back in an hour? I think I'll need someone to remind me that we're in public."
"Very well." North let the man out of his arms and left, quietly shutting the door behind him.
Pitch looked toward the bed, watching Jack's chest rise and fall with each breath. "Jack..." Jack's nose twitched a little in his sleep, his mouth hanging open slightly. "Jack...wake up, you adorable, lovable creature." Blue eyes slowly cracked open, looking around groggily. He settled back with a smile when his eyes fell on the familiar form of his fiancé. "There you are. Hello, lover."
"Pitch..." Jack held his hand out to him.
"Jack..." Pitch slumped his shoulders and crossed the room in two strides, dropping down to nuzzle his face against Jack's stomach. "Jack..."
Pale fingers worked their way into Pitch's dark hair as Jack's smile slowly faded, replaced by a look of worry. "What's wrong?"
"It was my fault...my fault..."
"What was?"
"This..."
"You didn't get me sick, Pitch. It just happened."
"I did get you sick...I broke your heart. It was me."
"First off, broken hearts don't give people fevers. And second...you didn't break my heart, Pitch. I broke it myself when I left you."
"No, the broken heart didn't give you the fever. It weakened you, leaving you open to any illness. The stress...the heartbreak...it made you weak. Jack...why is it that I always somehow manage to hurt you?"
"It wasn't you. It was never your fault. Not once. I..." His breath hitched. "I should be the one apologizing." Pitch shook his head, his whimper muffled as he held on tighter. "I-I should. I left you, Pitch. I broke both of our hearts! I put us through those torturous months. You...you tried to kill yourself because of me." Jack buried his face in his hands, his eyes filling with tears. "I nearly killed both of us."
"No!" Pitch stood, keeping his head down, and crawled onto the bed to cover Jack's body with his own. "Enough! Enough, my dearest."
"I left you...I left our love...I left this perfect, beautiful thing between us..." He sobbed.
"No..." Pitch lifted the sheet, crawling under it. In a few quick movements, he wrapped Jack's leg around his waist and gently thrust in. "No."
"I didn't want to. But I did it anyway. I hurt us both. How can you forgive me for that?!" Jack gasped.
Pitch nuzzled Jack's chin, raising it so he could suck on the skin of Jack's pale throat. "Stop it...stop it..."
"H-how...?" He clutched the other man closer.
"Stop it!" Pitch thrust in, a little harder this time. "Please..." He sobbed, dropping his head onto Jack's shoulder.
"What made you come back, Pitch? Why did you change your mind?" He let out a moan.
"It was my uncle. I heard the things he said to you. Such awful things...and all I could think was, 'not my Jack. Don't you dare say those things to my Jack.' So I came back, determined to make you love me again."
"I never stopped loving you. Not once..." Jack pulled Pitch's face to his, pressing their lips together in a desperate, needy kiss.
Pitch moaned, thrusting his tongue in time with his hips. "I didn't know that then...but I hoped. I saw your painting, I read your words and I knew...you are that star. I've always tried to reach for you, and I touched you once. I came back, determined to do it again."
"I'm so glad you did..." Jack's hands clutched tightly at Pitch's shoulders. "Every single day I wanted to run back to you, beg you to take me back, but I couldn't. I was too afraid of what he would do to you."
"You foolish..." Thrust."...stupid..." Thrust."...wonderful creature. I love you. I love you so much, you little sprite."
"I love you too." He cried out, immediately clapping a hand over his own mouth to silence himself.
"Yes, Jack. That's it, let me hear you. Let me know how I can heal your heart."
"With your love." He gasped, a few more thrusts sending him over the edge. Jack clutched desperately at his lover as he spilled on himself underneath the hospital gown.
Pitch chuckled, nibbling on Jack's collarbone. "You naughty boy, look what you did. Now everyone will know how much you love me, how much you want me."
Jack's pale cheeks reddened in embarrassment, feeling dizzy. "A-and what about how much you love me?" He squeezed himself around Pitch's cock.
Pich grunted, reaching down to lift up the hospital gown. "If they can see how much I love you in this way, I will be very angry. This..." Pitch thrusted as he licked up some of Jack's cum. "...is only for you. They can just hear it through my words or see it through my gestures or looks. I think that should be obvious enough, don't you?"
He nodded his head. "I still want your cum inside me..."
"Don't worry, my little love. I have no intention of denying you, sick as you are." Pitch smiled, licking up the rest of Jack's release from his stomach and chest.
"Then give it to me. I want your medicine." Jack pulled him down for a deep kiss, tasting himself on Pitch's tongue.
"Say it, Jack. Say it in such a way as to make me come."
Jack pushed himself up, putting his mouth to Pitch's ear and whispering huskily, "Je t'aime, mon coeur."
"Again, Jack. I'm...I'm so close."
"I love you so much, Pitch. You are my everything, and I never want to be apart from you again. I love you."
Pitch groaned, holding the body close to his as he spilled himself. "Jack...I love you."
Jack let out a happy sigh at the feeling, milking his lover for everything he had. "I love you too. I love you more than anything else in existence. Even if I lost everything, I could be happy so long as I still have you."
Pitch groaned, rubbing his head on Jack's shoulder. "Enough, my dearest. Such pretty words will make me want you again, and I'm not sure your body could take another round so quickly."
He moaned, but Jack knew he was right. "Then at least lie with me? I want to feel your arms around me."
"Try and stop me, my sweetling." Pitch reached out, grabbing a few tissues from the box next to the bed. He leaned back and lifted Jack's legs. Nibbling on the insides of Jack's pale thighs as he cleaned his lover up. "There now. All better." Pitch threw the tissues away, crawling back into the bed. He wrapped his arms around Jack's waist and threw a leg possessively over Jack's. "When we get home, I want to do this again. Properly this time." Jack nodded his head, burying his face back in Pitch's neck. He nodded off again, exhausted. Pitch smiled down at his lover, running comforting fingers through the white hair. "Sleep, dearest. With their medicine and mine, you'll be healed in no time."