Race jumped up, "Jack! Jackie, Jack! You'se awake!" Race had the biggest grin on his face and Jack smiled and nodded. Race's smile faultered, "I'se sorry Jack." He looked down in dissapointment.
Jack took his chin and made him look at him in the eyes. "Sorry? Why you'se sorry? You ain't done nothin wrong."
"I left ya, Jack. I ran."
"I'd rather you run than be there with me." After that Jack pulled Race on to the bed and they both fell fast asleep.
Race woke later that night to Jack mumbling in his sleep. The mumbling got louder and he started shifting around. Race looked at Jack, he had no idea what to do. He did what he thought what right and scurried over to Pickles bed. "Pickles?"
"What?" He said very groggy.
"I think Jackies having a nightmare. What do I do?"
Pickles stood and walled over to Jacks bed. He was shift around and was still mumbling. They were able to understsnd his mumbling. "Don't tough. . . I ain't done nothing. . . " Race stood there looking at Jack, while Pickles bent down to Jack saying his name and shacking him.
He shot up wide eyed and out of breath. He shuffled back until he hit the wall. He was sitting thete shacking in fear staring at them. Once Jack relized who it was he stopped shaking grabbed Races hand and pulled on to the bed.
Race sat there while Jack snuggled in to him. After a bit Jack put his arms around Race and his head in his shoulder. Race thought it wad tike to ask, "Jackie are you okay?" Jack nodded stiffly. For the rest of the night Race and Jack sat there. Race staying still and Jack burrowing into him for protection.
The next morning they got ready and Jack was back to his semi normal self. Except no one could touch him unless they were Race.
I hoped you liked this chapter and my other chapters are much longer. And a few new characters are gpnna be coming. So until next time.