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Chapter 13: Embarrassment
Jack woke up sprawled in his chair. At first he was confused as to why he was sleeping in his chair, but then his gaze strayed to the figure in his bed, and he immediately remembered the horrible night.
Judging by the amount of sun pouring through his porthole window, he'd slept about 3 hours at the most. He yawned and thought about the night before.
[flashback]
He sponged her head with the cold water as her somewhat dazed eyes stared at him.
"You need to have more water," he said, gently massaging her forehead with the watery cloth.
She sat bolt upright,"No!" she said feverishly, her eyes bulging, "No! I can't! You mustn't' make me, Jack!" she half pleaded, half screamed in panic. Wow, this was a really bad fever.
He took the glass bottle off the table carefully. God, she looked as if someone had just announced that everyone she'd ever known had died, and she was going to be put through various severe forms of both physical and mental torture for years to come. He wished that the damn fever would subside already. "Love, you need it; it'll make you feel better, I promise."
"No, no. I can't."
"Lizzie, I don't want to have to force you again, savvy?"
"No!" She backed up against the headboard slightly.
Oh God. He'd have to force her to drink again. In one swift movement, he was again pouring the liquid down her throat, holding her mouth open as she choked and sputtered. Jack did get it in her though; she now wouldn't yet die of dehydration.
She could only glare and sob at him while he lay her back down and began putting the cloths back to her forehead again.
Jack felt horrible, like he was some kind of monster. Why did saving her have to involve hurting her? He had the urge to take her in his arms and hold her forever, tell her he was sorry, and that he'd never ever hurt her again. He'd never wanted to hurt her.
After hours of her glaring at him with her menacing stare, she fell into a calmer sleep. Shortly after, he put down his cloths and dropped off too.
[end flashback]
He was brought back to the present by the sounds of Elizabeth waking. She turned over and opened her eyes slightly. He automatically knew she wasn't feverish from the way her eyes focused on him, but he also saw that she was very weak, and she would need assistance doing practically everything for about a week and a half. He'd have to tell Anamaria that they'd pass over the town the were planning to loot and sail towards the smaller one about 2 weeks away.
Liz looked at the ceiling and groaned, her face turning a deep scarlet.
"So you remember everything then?" he asked her.
"Yes," she muttered, burning with embarrassment.
"We'll talk about it later, love. Don't bother thinking of it now."
She nodded in agreement as her face turned even redder, something which Jack hadn't thought was possible, "Jack?" she said uneasily.
"Aye?"
"I need to use the chamber pot."
Oh God, here we go again. He sighed, "Alright, come on," he said, standing up and moving towards her. She looked petrified. "Don't look so damn petrified lass! I'm not gunna look at ye if I don't have to! I'd never do that to you, love; savvy?"p
"Aye." She allowed herself to be carried over to the chamber pot. He closed his eyes and held her steady while she took care of business and then carried her back to the bed. She pulled the covers up feebly and turned so that she was facing away from him. He could tell she was utterly ashamed.
"Lizzie?" he inquired.
"Tell Anamaria to bring me food and…water. I'm going to sleep, feel free to leave when you need to."
Oh yes, it was just going to be one great big party the coming week.
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