Time find out what happens to Jack! Enjoy!
Flashing lights. That was first thing Jack saw when his eyes groggily opened. Lights flashing by him, and there were people near him. People who were talking loudly, frantically. He was laying on something being wheeled somewhere. But where? Where are they taking me? Should I be worried? If I go with them, will the pain stop? Please make the pain stop...
"Jack! Jack, can you hear me. Please...please, dearest, give me a sign that you hear me."
He could only stare at the fuzzy man through half-lidded eyes. Who are you? What're you saying? What's going on?
"Jack, it's me. It's Pitch. It's your Pitch. Come back, dearest. Don't..." Pitch sobbed. "Please don't leave me."
He wanted to answer. Oh, how badly his heart went out to this man. He wanted to answer him...to put his heart at ease. But the next thing he knew there were doors between the two of them and sharp things were being poked into his arms. Then, slowly, everything faded away again.
Pitch was furious. He glared at the doctor, his hands on his hips. "Dov'è mio marito? Dove cazzo è mio marito?"
"Sir, please calm down. Your husband's injuries are very severe. He has to go through surgery right away."
Pitch tried to calm down, but his words were strained and the muscles in his jaw tight. "Let me see my bloody husband. Right. Now."
"I can't let you do that. Nobody is allowed into the operating room except the surgeons and assistants. You may see him as soon as they are finished."
"I don't give a fuck. He is my husband, and I will see him now. You can either show me where he is, or get the fuck out of my way."
"Sir! He's in surgery! A surgery that could very well save his life! I cannot let you in!"
"There must be a viewing room or something. Please, I...I need to see him! Where's my husband? Where's Jack?!"
The doctor sighed, leading him to the window that looked into the operating room. "He's in there."
Pitch looked down into the operating room, his heart breaking. He heard someone sob and realized it was him. He clutched at his chest, falling to the ground. "Jack! Jack..." He covered his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks and over his fingers. "Jack..."
"Sir, it might be best for you to not watch."
"No! I will...I will be here for my husband. Through everything."
The doctor nodded his head with a pitiful look. "Do you need anything at the moment?"
"My husband. Only my husband."
He nodded his head. "I will come back as soon as they have diagnosed everything."
"Please do. I'll..." Pitch stood, a hand on the wall as he watched the scene before him. "...I'll be here."
"Very well, sir. Would you like me to take your daughter to the daycare for you? We have one in the hospital for visitors or patients who may not be able to care for them."
"For now." The doctor gently took Auréliane from Pitch's arms, taking her down the hall to the daycare. Pitch pulled his cell out, dialing the one number he felt was best. "Mr. North? Yes...You need to come to Italy. Now. It's...It's Jack." Pitch hung up the phone and looked back in the room. "Don't you die, my love. Don't leave me."
"You can see him now, Mr. Black-Frost." The doctor came up to the man sitting impatiently on a bench.
"Tell me the room number and get out of the way."
"It's right this way, sir." He lead Pitch down the halls despite his complaints, opening the door for him. Jack lay in the hospital bed, still unconscious.
Pitch ran in, drawing the weak body into his arms. "Jack...my Jack..." He kissed the cold forehead, the closed eyes, the pale lips. "I love you...Je t'aime."
"Sir, you must be careful. He shouldn't be moved right now."
"Get the fuck out! Leave me with my husband!"
"I don't want to do this, sir, but if you don't stop moving him I will have to ask you to leave! His in a very unstable condition right now!"
"Try it. I'd like to see you try." Pitch turned, directing his best Pitch Black glare at the man. "Ask me to leave, and I'll come back. I'll always come back, and I'll hold him just like this. He is my husband, damn it, and I will hold him!"
"I understand that you want to be here for him, but please refrain from moving his body. You might only injure him further."
"Get. The. Fuck. Out."
"No, sir. Our first priority is to ensure the safety of the patient. If you do not calm down, I will have to call a team to sedate you and forcibly remove from the premises until a time that we deem you or he can physically handle the situation."
"Please leave me alone with him. I'll...I'll let him go. Just...leave us alone."
"Would you like to hear the surgeon's diagnosis before I leave, or would you like to wait?"
"Just leave me alone with him."
"Very well, sir. Try to make do with only holding his hand." The doctor turned and left the room after quickly checking all of Jack's vitals.
Pitch turned to look at his husband, running a finger down the pale cheek. "Jack...wake up. Please, my dearest. I need you." Pitch sobbed when there was no response. No...not my Jack...please...
North burst into the hospital, getting Jack's room number from the receptionist and rushing down the halls. "What happened?!" He flung open the door to his son's room, looking at Pitch.
"I...I don't know. I left for only a second to get directions, and then the truck...screaming..." The tears had long since dried, but he held Jack's hand to his lips, kissing the still, cold skin.
"What did doctor say? Will he heal?" The bigger man moved forward, putting a comforting hand on Pitch's shoulder.
"I don't know...I just wanted to be with my husband."
He nodded in understanding. "I will get doctor. Will find out what is wrong with our Jack." North left the room in search of the doctor.
Pitch didn't move, only staring at his husband's face, waiting for some sign that Jack was going to wake up. Every moment those eyes stayed closed, he felt his heart break a little more. "Jack, please...give me a sign...some sign...anything."
North soon returned, doctor in tow. "Now, speak. What is wrong with my son?"
The doctor took out his clipboard, flipping to the page that held the surgeon's notes. "The accident broke his right arm, right shoulder, hip, right leg, and multiple ribs. It also left him with a severe amount of internal bleeding. They have already operated on his abdomen to help stop the source of the bleeding. The wound on his head has been stitched up, but as of right now they are unsure of whether or not he hit it with enough force to induce a coma."
"What the fuck did you just say?" Pitch stood behind North, a look of horror on his face. "A...a coma? My husband could be like this for...years?"
"We do not know anything for sure yet. We can test him as early as tomorrow morning to know for sure whether he is comatose or not."
Pitch felt dizzy suddenly. "Mr. North, I...I might need to borrow you for a moment." His eyes rolled up in his head before he collapsed to the ground.
North quickly managed to catch the man, setting him back in his chair. "Is there nothing you can do until then?"
The doctor shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, sir. There isn't anything we can do until we test him with stimuli tomorrow morning."
Pitch stood outside the room, frantically pacing. "Mr. North, have you heard anything? I feel like it's been a lifetime."
"Nothing yet. They will tell us as soon as they know, Pitch."
He paced furiously. "They've taken too long. What could possibly be making it take so long?"
"They must be absolutely sure of their test results."
"I know, it's just...I need him, Mr. North. I need my husband, and Auréliane needs her Papa."
"I know you do. I know." He drew Pitch into his arms, soothingly stroking his back.
"It's killing me, Mr. North. Just watching him lie there, so still...so quiet. I miss his fire. I...I need him!"
"We all do."
The door to the room suddenly opened, the doctor stepping out to talk to them. "We have some good news for you two. He did respond to the stimuli, so that means he is not in a coma. He's still unconscious for the moment, but we believe he will wake up when his body deems him to have healed enough."
"And when is that? When is my husband going to wake up?"
"We're not sure. It could be hours or a few days at most. That's up to his body to decide."
"God..." Pitch groaned, running a hand through his hair.
"Do not fret, son." North patted him on the shoulder. "We now know he will wake up."
"But when? When is Jack going to come back to us?"
"When he is ready." He turned to the doctor. "May we go back in?" The man nodded. "Come. Let us see him."
Pitch hung back, scared to see his husband. He knew what he would see: the broken body of his lover and husband. He had already seen it so many times, and he knew that it would kill him to see it again.
"Pitch?" North looked at him. "What is the matter?"
"I...I can't, Mr. North. It hurts inside to see him like this."
"I know it does, but we must be strong. For him. We must lend him our strength so that he may get better."
"I don't think I can! I...I love him so much, and I just want him to wake up! I want to take him in my arms and hold him. He...he asked me once if our relationship was only about sex. I think there are moments he still believes that, but...it's not true. I love everything about him. The sex is great, but I love when he smiles at me or laughs or kisses me when I'm upset. I love the look he gets when he holds Auréliane. I love how pale his skin is and how blue his eyes are. I love that he makes life so much better than I could have ever imagined."
North smiled at the love the man clearly had for his son. He put a finger under Pitch's chin, making him look up into his eyes. "Then you go in there and you wait for him to wake up and you tell him that. Is not me you should be telling to."
Pitch had thought there were no tears left, but he was wrong. He threw himself into the big man's arms and broke down. He screamed and cried and cursed. He sobbed and found strength. Pulling away, he braced himself to see his husband.
"Come. We will give him our strength." North pulled the man through the door.
Pitch looked down at the body in the bed, his body numb. Kneeling down by his husband's ear, he whispered everything he had told North and more. He whispered words of love and devotion, in the hope that somewhere, Jack could hear him. He kissed the cold cheek, one more tear sneaking out. "I love you, my sweetling."
"Pitch..." North stared at the two, and when the other man looked up at him, he pointed back towards Jack's face.
He turned to look down at his husband, watching his pale nose twitch slightly and eyelids weakly flutter open to reveal tired blue eyes. "Jack, you're awake! My darling..." Jack could only look at them both, his lips curling into a small smile. Pitch leaned down, softly moving his lips over his. "My darling...my dearest...my sweetling...my husband..."
"What...happened...?" He breathed out.
"There was a truck, dearest. You were in the road. Don't you remember?" Jack slowly shook his head, looking at the other two. "Dearest, you were hit by a truck. You tried to cross the street and...Jack, you could have been in a coma. You almost left me, sweetling."
Jack frowned. "...'m sorry...didn't mean..."
"I know, dearest. What matters is you're here now." Pitch leaned forward, planting a soft kiss to Jack's forehead and the tip of his nose.
He moaned softly. "Tired..."
"I know, my love. Kiss me, then I'll let you rest."
"...mkay..." Jack's head nodded slightly, lifting a little to gently press their lips together.
"I've missed you, dearest."
"Can...sleep now...?" he asked softly, though his eyes were already drooping shut.
"Yes, dearest. Sleep. I'll be right here for you."
Here's Pitch's rather angry Italian translation:
Dov'è mio marito? Dove cazzo è mio marito? - Where is my husband? Where the fuck is my husband?
Reviews? We didn't kill Jack. Don't we get some point for that? :)
