The Sun had risen and set twice, and Jak and Daxter were alone in the hideout. Ashelin still hadn't been back to the hideout since she had stormed out days before, and Torn was at the fortress door, eavesdropping on guards for any news of her whereabouts. Keira and Samos were at the race garage, and Sig was away on a mission for Torn. Daxter was asleep.
Jak looked around, Samos had completely forbidden him to leave the bed, but Jak never listened to Samos. He glanced at Daxter, who was still sound asleep, and swung his legs off the bed. He intended to get to the table, and look at the plans and maps Torn was working on, as he felt bad about not helping with the war effort, even though Torn himself had banned Jak from missions until Samos said he was able again. He stood up crookedly, leaning heavily on the bed head, and took a few shaky steps towards the table. Daxter slept on.
He made it to the table, and leant on it with one hand. Remembering why he went there, he looked down at Torn's plans. He tried to focus on the diagrams and Torn's awful handwriting; he traced the diagram of the ground floor of the palace with his finger, admiring Torn's attention to detail. He knew he couldn't read, and that he could not make the words out anyway, but he was confused as to why the lines on the page were dancing so, and why the table was moving. Jak looked up blearily, realising, that again, maybe Samos was right, and he should have stayed in the bed. The room lurched, and bright spots of coloured light danced before his eyes, he shut his eyes and bent over, leaning his hands on his knees to support himself, trying to take deep breaths, but struggling because of the pain in his chest.
Daxter was awaked by the sound of coughing. He opened his eyes and looked around groggily. The first place he looked as he rubbed his eyes was Jak's bed, hoping to check whether Jak was asleep or not. Noticing that Jak wasn't in it woke him up properly.
Jak felt Daxter's hand on his forehead, pushing his hair off his face.
"Jak, Jak buddy? What're you doing? You ok?" Jak coughed harder, his eyes screwed shut and his body convulsing.
"Daxter…" Jak wheezed, trying to straighten up. Daxter pushed his head back down and banged him on the back. It didn't help. The communicator was lying on the table within Daxter's reach – he seized it, just as the low battery sign stopped flashing, and it went dead; he threw it down onto the floor in disgust.
"Jak? Come on pal…." Daxter looked anxiously into Jak's face. Jak's coughing grew worse, and his hand went to his mouth.
"Ok, get back in that bed right now Jak, I'm going to get Sa…." Daxter stooped suddenly as he saw the blood between Jak's fingers. Horrified, he tugged Jak's hand away from his face, recoiling as he saw the blood running over his hand and his lips.
"What the…" Daxter was struck dumb, and made no effort to hold Jak up as his knees buckled and he crashed to the floor, still coughing. More blood bubbled out from Jak's mouth and nose – Daxter had no idea what to do.
Gah, yeah, AGES since last chapter, so I am leaving this one short to put you out of your misery, so you get an update quicker. Heh, yeah. I bet you are SO thrilled.
Hhhmmm, yeah, Jak can't read, I thought that would be an interesting idea, I mean, there's nothing really in the games that I can think of that says he can, or why he would need to, so I made him illiterate. So there. Please tell me what you think. And I don't CARE if you've already reviewed! Review again! It doesn't cost anything! And it makes me happy, and we all want that, DON'T we?!