Sick p.4

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Jack was aware of nothing. Nothing.

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"Wha' do we do?" Bunny said, feeling Jack's forehead again.

"We will try and help him as much as we can," North said, "but it's mainly up Jack."

North also looked at the weak spirit. How could've he let this happen? Thinking back, the signs were obvious...

But why didn't Jack just say something?

North looked away from him and picked up the book again, trying to occupy himself. But he couldn't blot out that thought.

He has been lonely and alone for for 300 years...and they did nothing.

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Bunny looked at North and realized that the old man hadn't had a break for ages.

"Hey, mate- I'll watch 'im." He said.

"You don't mind?" North asked, shutting the book. Bunny nodded. North stood up, and left the room, leaving only Bunny and Jack in there. The pooka seated himself quietly on the nearest armchair.

It was only a couple of minutes before anything happened.

It was very faint at first, and Bunny had to strain his ears to hear it. It was coming from Jack.

"I'm sorry..I didn't mean...the snow..."

The pooka hopped over and sat beside him.

"For what, frostbite?" he muttered. It didn't take long to find out.

"I can't control it...I didn't mean...not on Easter...please...LET ME GO!"

The words hit Bunny like a knife. Jack, having a fever, would think he was somewhere else in his mind...or that's what North said, sort of.

But the thing is...he remembered this...

The Blizzard of 68.

"I won't...please...no! Please...I didn't mean to...it's just...I fell asleep...NO!"

"Frostbite! I take back wha' I did! I wasn't listenin' t-"

"PLEASE LET ME GO!"

It came out just like it sounded on the day. Terrified. Bunny felt a lump in his throat and tears stinging in his eyes.

"Jack- I'm sorry for wha' I did...it was outa order..." he said, trying to comfort him. Jack shifted a little and began muttering quickly under his breath.

"I fell asleep...didn't mean...to hard to control-it's a curse..."

Bunny never realized. Jack...he saw his powers as one big curse? Why didn't he listen to him?

"Wha' do ya mean, a curse?" the pooka whispered, using this to an advantage. When Jack answered, it was barely a whisper:

"kill everything...h-hurts when I l-loose control-" the spirit broke off, coughing out some water. Bunny rubbed him on the back until he was sure he was okay. Jack shuddered, then fell unconscious once again.

"Jack..." Bunny muttered.

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North came in an our after, striding into the room with a new determined look on his face.

"How is he?" he asked the pooka.

"Alrigh'; he's been mutterin' a little, but his breathin' has improved." He answered. North smiled.

"Good! Now it is your turn for a break!" he cried.

"But-"

"No butts!"

With one last look at the spirit, Bunny leapt down a hole. North smiled again, and attended Jack again. His temperature was dropping, he noted.

I'm going to do a chapter on the Blizzard of 68 in the next update...it will explained:)

I'm sorry if it was too short for you but I'm writing this on a bus, and it's not easy.

See you next time!