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Jacks sickness didn't ease up. Conner stayed with him through the worst of it. He didn't dry heave anymore, large amounts of blood was pouring from his mouth with every heave.

Conner-"Jack, you have to breathe."

Jacks lips were turning blue, he couldn't get a breathe in with all the heaving.

Sweat poured from his slender body, sticking to his cloths.

Conner unbuttoned the front for him so he could cool off a little. With every painful heave, Jack dug his fingernails deeper into Conners back.

Jack gaged and gasped at the same time, making him cough.

Jack went suddenly limp in his arms, that was not a good sign.

He pulled Jack back and looked at his face, it was pale and his lips were blue.

Conner felt for a pulse against his neck and felt a small throb against his fingers, he was alive.

He put his finger by Jacks nose, feeling for the warm air to say he was breathing, but nothing.

Conner-"Jack! Can you hear me?"

He knew what he had to do, he had no other chose. He took a deep breathe and put his lips to Jacks, pushing air into his lungs.

He waited a few seconds, nothing.

He tried again, nothing.

On his third try, Jack responded with gasping and letting out a clear slimy liquid.

Conner-"Jack, look at me."

Jack's head rolled to the sound of the voice, his head was pounding again and he knew that he was going to start being sick again, sooner then he hoped.

Conner-"Jack, what happen?"

Jack couldn't talk.

Conner-"If I had to guess you passed out from lack of oxygen and pain."

Jack nodded a little and a sudden heave racked his body, again.

Conner pulled him up held him, he wished more then anything that there was something he could give him to stop this.

Jack let blood poor from his mouth, he was to exhausted to try and fight it back down.

Conner-"Jack, I can give you something for pain, and something that can knock you out, if you want, but I don't want you to be like this anymore."

Jack blurted out words quickly between heaves.

Jack-"Help,...Any..Thing..."

Conner nodded and laid Jack flat on the floor.

Conner-"I will be right back."

He got up and made his way quickly back to his briefcase and grabbed to syringes, filling each with to different liquids. He took them, along with 2 alcohol swabs, and ran back to Jack's cell.

Conner-"Jack, this first one is for the pain, I have to put it in through you neck, it is going to hurt a little."

He got Jack on his side and swabbed it with a swab. As it leaked into Jack's open cuts, he let out a yelp and grabbed the floor through curled fingers.

Conner-"Hang in there."

He jabbed the needle into Jacks neck. It took everything he had in him to take the needle out when Jack screamed and bucked forward. He got up and straddled him to keep him still.

He took it out and threw it aside.

Conner-"Jack, relax, almost done you are doing great."

He swabbed Jacks upper arm, and Jack moaned again.

Conner-"This will knock you out Jack."

He took the needle and dug it deep into Jacks arm.

He whimpered but other wise, he was calm.

He took it out and slid Jack from under him.

Conner-"Feeling a little better?"

He was feeling better, much better.

Conner held him tightly until he was sure he drifted off.

He lay him back down and stood, he hoped this would make up for all the horrible things he did to people in the past.