Ch 2: Shattered Dreams II

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Harlow everyone, I'm back. Here's chap 2, enjoy and oh do do doreview... Luv ya!

Bridge and Z walked towards the infirmary hoping there will be good news this time.

"Jack isn't coping well, I see."

"I know my god-brother. This is gonna be one of the worst ordeal for him. But I just hope that he will come out of it anytime." Z's wide eyes brimmed with tears.

Bridge comforted her gently. They weren't in a relation of any sort but they were best friends. She had always run to him when she met with mishaps. Z would cry on his shoulder and clutched his hand as if clinging for dear life for hours.

He would sit down and give her advice, only to annoy her more. But at least he managed to charm her with buttery toasts and midnight comedies. They each had individual rooms, so Sky wasn't affected with the constant flicking of channels.

Sky was sad. Bridge knew. They grew up together, fought together and had been tossed into mud by him several times. Bridge needn't have to use his powers to figure out Sky's feelings. The look in his eyes was undeniable that he treated her more than a sister. But Bridge kept quiet. It was that obvious. The unspoken feelings.

Their slow walk came to a stop. Z bought some cereal on the way, "With strawberries please, thank you." Strawberries and cereal was Jack's favorite breakfast.

What greeted them caught them dumbfounded. It was such a sight in the infirmary. Z dropped the cereal.

The vulnerable patient awoke, clearly in a daze. She finally spoke.

"Where am I?" she clutched her head and fell back into bed, closing her eyes.

Jack, who was sitting beside her, reached out and grabbed her into his arms. Jack, who hadn't cleaned himself since his return. Jack, who was still in his uniforms. Jack, who was once their leader, more composed and more dignified. The old Jack was gone. This was a man, who had suffered in many government missions.

It was much more than nabbing a couple of market thieves. Jack became a man, who risen up from a weapons specialist to an officer. It was one of the many big things he had accomplished.

"Honey, you are in the infirmary. You have slept for days. But you awoke, thank god. How are you feeling, my dear?"

Her head spun. She was too giddy. She tried to speak but spewed all over Jack instead.

Doctor and nurses stepped forward and did the usual checking while Jack stood aside in helpless defeat.

Sky handed a black t-shirt to him with the colonel insignia on it. "She will be alright. She awoke." Sky spoke in short phrases, typical Sky. Jack nodded with joy. God had heard him and answered his prayers. He thanked God again.

The doctor cleared his throat for attention. "I am glad to say that she's in no danger and that she is allowed to be given solid food bit by bit. Some walk, but no vigorous exercise or battle…"

"What am I doing here?"

Z dashed forward and hugged her, "I'm glad you are alright, you worried us all, pinkie."

Bridge grinned. Sky smiled.

She looked around, tired eyes moved to everyone in the room, staring at the so foreign looking place and at the unfamiliar faces. She tried to push away the girl in yellow with her weak limbs. Like a newborn child, the only person whom she had developed a kinship was the guy in blue.

She struggled hard to try recalling his name, but to no avail. She glanced at them and at the surrounding again. She doesn't remember this place at all or why she was here. She had asked two questions, both of which unanswered. She gave up and mumbled for a glass of water.

The guy in red poured a glass and gave it to her. She took it and mouthed thanks. Jack felt weird. Shouldn't she be glad that he was here? She had been looking forward for this moment for months. Then why was she staring at him as if he was a stranger? Give her sometime, she just awaken, better than never.

He crooned, "Baby, you got to listen to the doctor and have sufficient rest. No battles and no punching."

Finally, she asked in a louder voice, "Why are you calling me honey, dear and baby? I'm not anyone's baby. Stop calling me that."

Jack winced. Why was he calling her that? Oh god, now what was happening? Can anyone tell me?

"Baby, why are you saying this? Surely you don't mean it, right?"

She stared at him and started to shake her head violently. " I don't know who you are. Leave me alone." She held her head with both her hands and started sobbing. "Just leave me alone," she started sobbing uncontrollably.

Everyone started to surround her, asking questions, staring at her as if she was a display item. She hated it. She screamed and gathered what little strength she had to throw pillows at them.

The nurses started to chase them out. She was getting unstable. With what little choice he had, the doctor jabbed her with a tranquilizer.

Before long, he stepped outside only to be questioned by the gang.

"Doctor," Jack demanded, "What on earth is going wrong? Why doesn't she recognize me at all?"

"Hold on. She is under sedation now. Very unstable and she needs more rest. When she awakes again and ready to talk, one of my nurses will let you know. Right now, please leave."

"You're asking me to leave?" Jack poked a finger on the doctor's chest.

The doctor gave him a look that says, are you going to defy that?

He grabbed the doctor's collar, "She had better be alright when she gets up. Otherwise, you'll pay. I mean it."

Z pulled her brother's hand and dragged him out. "You need some rest. Go get a bath, we'll get you when she wakes up again. Promise."

Jack looked at Z. He had allowed her to do anything to him without scolding her or shouting at her. She was one of his weakest link, he thought and headed to bath in anger. He would be back, he sworn. She needs me now. Wait for me, please.

TBC