Another day turned into night, and after a few hours Elizabeth calmed back down and went back to remaining motionless, only her breathing alerting Jack that she was still alive. He was, currently, thinking of every possible way to get revenge on the people who did this to her. His arms were starting to get tired from holding her so tightly, but he didn't care. He didn't want to cause her another moment of distress.

The cell door opened quickly, and someone else, someone nameless and unimportant, stepped inside. He sat down another tub of water, looked at Jack holding Elizabeth, scoffed at them, and then walked out the door and locked at back.

"What the bloody hell are you laughing at?" Jack yelled at the closed door. He hated that every single one of his enemies knew just what his soft spot was, and were determined to use it against him. He told himself just to concentrate on helping Elizabeth.

He looked back over at the window, knowing that just a few feet below him there were people. People unsuspecting of just who was in that room connected to that window... way up there. None of them probably even gave it a second thought. He wished he had a way to get all the way into that window, so he could see directly below him... but there was nothing in here he could stand on. He sighed. So did she.

He looked down at the woman in his arms. Her eyes were still closed, but her breathing patterns, which he had memorized, had changed. They had lost their regulation, and now she was breathing in slowly through her nose. She reached up and grabbed onto his hand which was on her shoulder.

"Will?" She asked, stabbing him in the heart as she did so. "No, no..." She started saying, moving her head back and forth.

"No is right," Jack said, "There's no Will here." She then opened her eyes, and a tear quickly fell, going unnoticed by her.

"Jack?" She asked, her voice sounding strained. A look of hope came into her eyes, and he instantly forgave her for calling him by the wrong name.

"At your service," Jack said, a smile gracing his lips. At that, Elizabeth diverted her eyes from his gaze and her face turned grave, her lips forming into a straight line. She pulled herself out of his embrace, startling him. She grimaced at the movement, grabbing onto her side. Jack pulled himself forward, placing his hand on top of hers.

"Gotta be careful, love, you're pretty banged up," Jack said, trying to look at her. She turned away.

"Yeah, it's coming back to me now..." She said, down casting her eyes. She then felt Jack's light touch on her chin, turning her face towards him. He was careful of the bruise. She continued to look down, afraid to meet his eyes.

"Elizabeth," He said, the name rolling off his tongue like he was practiced at saying it, "Look at me."

"I... I... I can't," she said, her breathing speeding up, either from Jack's effect on her or the many damages to her body.

"Please?" He said, a word she didn't often hear him say. After a moment of desperation and deliberation in her own head, she looked up and was met with his dark eyes.

"Jack..."

"Don't say it."

"I'm sorry."

"Oh, you said it..." He grinned at her. She looked down again.

"I had to," she said, and then she swayed a little.

"Come here," he said, pulling her to him. "I don't want you sitting up for too long, I don't think you're quite ready for it," he said as she sighed into his chest. He felt her silent tears soaking into his shirt. He rubbed her back up and down gently, trying to soothe her. "Hey, it's alright, love," he whispered. They sat like this, in silence, for the next few hours, many words going unspoken.