Ouch.
Hey, I'm back! Thank you to everyone who's reviewed or is just reading this! In the next update I will do the next part to sick Jack.
As always, I don't own rotg...
Enjoy!
Jack watched the two drunks fight from the corner he was standing in. They were waving their bottles around, using them like a bat.
"Idiots." Jack said, staring at the two men. One of them, trying to hit his opponent, threw his bottle. It missed the other man completely, and smashed against the wall opposite. Right at Jack. Sharp splinters of brown glass flew in all directions, and Jack wasn't quick enough to dodge them.
"Fuck!" the spirit cried and tried to shield himself the best he could. However, you can't protect yourself very well with just your arms. Two pieces of glass pierced into his arms, and a few pieces cut his feet. Luckily, nothing hit his face.
"Fuck..." Jack said under his breath and lowered his arms to inspect them. One of the shards of glass was wedged in his arm, the other in his hand.
"Ouch." He said and looked down at his feet. Smaller splinters stabbed at his ankles, and his actual feet were covered in deep cuts.
Man, he hated drunks.
Jack quickly scooped up his staff off the floor (he had dropped it so he could've shielded himself.) and thought of where he could treat these wounds.
"Wind?" he asked. The wind picked him up gently. "Could you take me to the pole?"
Usually, Jack would just leave cuts like this, but last time he pulled a stunt like that Tooth had given him a lecture about hygiene which lasted five minutes and 42 seconds. So, reluctantly, the spirit was now heading to the pole, cradling his arm.
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Tooth was very busy. At the town she was in, 107 children had lost their teeth and she only had three other baby tooth with her; the others were all busy.
"You're doing great!" she said to one of her workers passing, carrying a tooth. She couldn't help but look backwards- whilst flying- and take a better look at that tooth...
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Jack felt a particularly painful sting come from one of his injured feet and automatically looked at it, mot paying attention to the sky...
*WACK*
Jack felt something collide into him and cried out in pain- his arm had received a painful blow. It took him a couple of seconds to realise that he was falling out the sky. The spirit grabbed his staff, which was falling in front of him, and straightened himself.
"What the?" Jack muttered. What did he crash into?
"Oh my gosh! Jack- I'm so sorry!"
Jack turned around and saw Tooth fluttering anxiously below. The spirit landed on a rooftop, deciding to rest for a while and see if any pieces of glass had got wedged further in his arm- it certainly felt like it.
"It's okay!" Jack said, smiling. Tooth smiled back and hovered closer to him.
"I didn't mean to crash into y-" she said before cutting off suddenly.
"What is it?" Jack asked. The tooth fairy put her hand over her mouth.
"Jack," she cried, "what happened to your arm!"
The spirit tried to hide his arm, but of was too late. Tooth's eyes travelled downward, and she saw the state of his feet.
"What happened to your feet? Oh my gosh-did you get attacked?!" she cried hysterically. The spirit tried to step back, but winced at the pain in his feet; this made Tooth even more worried.
"Look-" Jack said, "I just got hit with some glass- some drunk threw it!"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Tooth said, looking at him with hurt in her eyes. Before Jack could reply, a baby tooth came flying over, a mini first aid kit in it's hands. The tooth fairy pounced on the kit, and immediately opened it, pulling some various things out.
"I always have one nearby," Tooth said whilst she pulled some bandages out, "just incase some of my fairies get hurt..."
"Look, Tooth- I'm really fi-"
"No, you're not!"
Jack sighed. There was no point arguing with her.
"Hold your arm out." She said gently. The spirit slowly extended his arm, trying not to cry out. Tooth then took hold of a piece of glass, which was firmly wedged in his limb.
"This is going to hurt..." Tooth warned and then immediately pulled it out. Jack let out a small yell, but managed to hide the pain.
"Why didn't you warn me?" Jack asked. He looked at his arm again, and saw that it was bleeding a lot more than when it was before.
"I did." She said in a tone that reminded Jack of a mother. He sighed and let her clean the wound, then put the bandage on.
"I can't do stitches- so is it okay if you just have this bandage on, sweet tooth?" the fairy said as she was cutting the bandages' material. Jack nodded, and looked at all his scratches.
This was going to take a long time.
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Tooth had just started treat Jack's feet when a distant howl echoed through the town. The spirit laughed and sprang up.
"Wait! What are you doing?!" Tooth cried and tried to sit him back down.
"I'm gonna join the howl!" Jack replied happily, "it's fun!"
The fairy looked at him in disbelief, and stopped trying to get him to sit. Another howl ran through the town and the spirit looked over to Tooth with puppy dog eyes. She sighed.
"Alright..." she said and watched Jack curiously. The spirit grinned and let out a wolf howl, which sounded so real that Tooth thought she could easily mistake it for a real wolf's. He held it for a couple of seconds before retrieving his breath.
"How can you do that, Jack?" the tooth fairy asked, amazed.
"Practice." Jack answered, shrugging a little.
As he said this, Tooth could hear lots of dog howls coming from various houses.
"Look what you did..." she said to Jack, smiling. Jack grinned.
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It look a while, but eventually Jack managed to leave, saying he was alright. Tooth watched him go, and couldn't help but smile.