"Yes, actually. It was quite a surprise," Jack said, shifting. He felt as if she was trying to distract herself from her current condition. If she really wanted to know about Will, she would have asked right away.
"Did he say what he was doing there?" Elizabeth asked.
"Wanting to steal the same ship we wound up stealing," Jack said, smiling somewhat proudly.
"Seemed like he's changed his ways a bit," Elizabeth said, looking off past Jack's shoulder. "So he helped you?" She asked.
"Actually, he took complete control of the situation. All I did was shoot a few things," Jack said.
"That was nice of him," Elizabeth said blankly.
"He didn't seem too keen on helping until I dropped your name," Jack said, causing her to look at him again. "He was even pointing a gun at me..."
"He pointed a gun at you?" She exclaimed loudly, and then coughed after.
"Don't get yourself riled up, love. I pointed a gun at him, too, so it was even. Even if I lowered it when I realized who he was," Jack said, sighing.
"Are you sure that... he'll keep on helping us?" Elizabeth asked, sounding slightly worried.
"Yes," Jack said, solidly. "He's doing it for you. And I can't complain, because I'm doing it for the same reasons," Jack said, brushing back her hair again. Elizabeth sighed, and closed her eyes, looking pained.
"What is it, love?" He asked, leaning down closer to her. She moaned slightly, shifting around in the bed.
"Nothing, I'm just having some pains in my chest..."
"Tightening?" Jack asked.
"Yes, I think so. There's nothing to do, so I guess I'll just ignore it," She said, shifting again uncomfortably. Jack looked down and felt like he had failed her already because he couldn't help. He wished that there was something he could do.
"Is there... is there anything I can get you?" He asked helplessly. She smiled despite the pain.
"Just your arms around me, if you can spare the time," She said, looking up at him.
"All my time is saved for that," Jack said, getting into bed with her. She laid her head on his chest and heaved a sigh.
"I just want to... take a little nap..." She said, drifting off already. He nodded, laying his head on top of hers. After a few hours of contemplation, he fell asleep himself. Hours later he woke up to her thrashing around violently, trying to escape his arms. He tried to hold onto her and calm her down.
"Lizzie, hey, Liz, it's me, it's Jack, lovely," He said into her ear. She turned and knocked her legs into the wall. He noticed that her eyes were still closed.
"No, no, no, no..." She kept muttering. He guessed these were the convulsions he had known were coming. He kept a tight hold on her to keep her from hurting herself. "Let me go... let me go..." She mumbled, almost knocking them both onto the ground.
"Never," He growled into her ear. He wouldn't let this take her away from him. Her arms and legs were moving sharply and unexpectedly, every which way. She was convulsing and delirious at the same time. She elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to lose his hold on her and she fell to the floor with a thump. She thrashed around a few more times as Jack regained his breath, and then fell unconscious. He jumped down onto the ground and kneeled next to her, turning her face towards his. He sighed, and picked her up in his arms again, and laid her back on the bed. He then left the cabin, and went out onto the deck to check on Mr. Gibbs.
