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Title: Just About the Only Thing Right
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: See chapters 1 and/or 10

"You heard me Jack! Your fault! All yours! You made the move on me! You gave me something I didn't want! You let me have what I hadn't never had! Why'd you have to give it ta me, huh? Why couldn't you jus' leave me to my miserable life?"

"Ennis...I," Jack's face fell. He felt like he was being rejected because of a step he had taken, barely balanced, years ago. He felt as though Ennis were pushing him, and he was on a very unsteady log. He was going to fall soon, and with Ennis being the pusher, who would be there to catch Jack?

"You what Jack? Don't tell me yer sorry, 'cause I know you ain't!"

"I'm not! Why should I be? Look it what we got, Ennis! We got summin' real, and it's damn good too! You gonna let yer daughter take that away!" Jack's face was red and his arm was throbbing, but he wasn't going to the hospital until this conversation was finished.

"What if I am?" Tears were running down Ennis' usually stoic face, and they were extremely unnerving.

"Yore jus' gonna leave me, like this?"

"I cain wait fer yeh to get better, but we cain't do this anymore Jack, she's right. It's jus' wrong."

"WHAT! How in the Hell can you call this wrong?" Jack was sobbing, and yelling. He was sure his shouts could be heard in the house. "What we got Ennis, ain't wrong, it's about the only thingright in either of our lives! I'm all you got, and now yore all I got! How...how cain you give that up?"

He slumped against the side of the truck, gasping for air, crying uncontrollably.

"Jack...Jack..."

Ennis poked his good shoulder. "Jack, I'm sorry...but how cain I give her up?"

"Don' give 'er up. We'll talk ta her when we git back." He spoke through gritted teeth, breathing heavily, his face white.

"Jack, yer shiverin'," Ennis rubbed his shoulder. "Yore right, let's git yeh to the hospital, we'll worry about this later."

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The drive to the hospital was awkwardly silent. Frequent whimpers from Jack punctuated the stillness, but other than that, only a static radio broke it. Ennis stared a hole through the wind shield, thinking about what he would say to Junior. Francine seemed all right with the situation, mostly, she didn't seem to know what to make of it, being so young.

But Junior, Junior seemed to hate Jack, and she was tired of Ennis too. It's always the people who we are closest too that we disappoint the most. The people we want to accept us the most, push us away.

Ennis pushed his sad thoughts out of his mind, instead tried to focus on the gorgeous man next to him. Jack's face was covered in tears, his hair matted to his head with sweat. He gently cradled his broken arm on his waist, and his head leaned against the cool window. He looked very pale, Ennis was worried he had gone into shock. But surely Jack had broken something before his legs?

"We're almost there, bud." Ennis finally spoke 15 minutes before they were at the hospital.

Jack nodded and then made an odd noise. He sounded like he was choking. "Jack? What's wrong, baby?"

Jack shoved the door open with his good arm and Ennis pushed on the breaks quickly. As the car stopped, Jack started to vomit out the side of the car. He hadn't eaten much, so it was painful. There wasn't much for him to throw up, so after all the food, it was just stomach acid. He kept vomiting for almost 1 minute.

Ennis rubbed his back while he leaned outside of the truck, silently crying. He hated looking so weak and little in front of Ennis. Ennis had been taking care of him for the past month, and he was tired of it. He felt like a real nuisance, needing so much care. He leaned back in the truck and swiped his arm over his mouth. "I'm sorry, Ennis."

"It's ok. We're almost there. Let's just make it the rest of the way and then they'll take care of you."

A/N: I'm sure a lot of you are wondering why I made Junior hate Ennis' relationship. So often, I see she is the more accepting daughter. But when I came out to my mother (no where near the same situation, I know) she took it the hardest, and she was the person I was closest to. Often the people we're closest to find it hard to accept us as something they never knew us as. So that's why I thought Junior would be less accepting.