Surprise! Look how fast I updated this time. I was thinking about skipping the whole treating Jack and Tooth idea but decided that I did indeed want to write it. Sorry in advanced for any feels this chapter may cause. I really hope you guys like this chapter, I'm gonna try and get Jack healing after this. He really needs to don't you think? Anyways. Please enjoy! And plllleeeeease leave reviews. I adore them. I adore you guys. Getting nearly 100 reviews on chapter 18 is part of what made me want to write this chapter so quickly. Alright I'll stop typing now so that you guys can read this.

EDIT: Just so you know, I made it so Tooth and North share the same blood type. ;)

"Jack! Jack!" North called as he lightly grabbed the boy by his thin shoulders and shook him carefully. His eyes widened as the winter spirit lay there completely unresponsive to the movement, his white hair merely bounced as his head fell to one side. "This is not good." North whispered as he ceased his attempts at waking the unconscious spirit. His worrisome thoughts for Jack were cut short as Bunnymund's uneven voice cut through the air.

"North!"

North's heart skipped a beat at how distraught Bunnymund's voice sounded. Immediately he stood up and moved away from Jack and over to Tooth's wounded form. "What is it friend? What is wrong?" He questioned urgently, feeling his heartbeat begin to quicken at the sight of the tears dropping from the Easter spirit.

"Her breathing…it's…it's" Bunnymund cried sporadically as tears leaked from his emerald eyes and fell to the uncaring floorboards.

Sandy put his hands over his mouth and looked away, not being able to accept what was happening to the Tooth Fairy. North's thoughts immediately started racing, "she isn't breathing?"

The Guardian of wonder waited for an answer as the air grew thicker with tension. "Bunny!" North shouted, trying to pull his friend out of his panicked state.

"No she's not! What do we do?" Bunnymund cried as he tightened his hold on Tooth's deathly still body.

In a flash North removed his heavy Russian coat, throwing it carelessly to the floor. "Bunny, Sandy move, I need room to perform CPR." He took a moment to pause before grunting angrily, "No scratch that, Sandy go to Jack, he lost consciousness, make sure his state doesn't change. Bunny stay, I am going to need your help. "

Sandy took to the air and floated as fast as he could over to Jack's bedside, silently praying that everything would be okay. He looked over Jack and felt himself shudder at the sight of the boy. Gingerly he placed a hand on his cheek and took his pale hand into his own. He was given one job and he was determined to do it. Jack wouldn't die on them under his watch.

"Bunny place her flat on ground, but keep pressure on wound." North commanded, not bothering to look up at the Easter Spirit. Bunnymund did as he was told; placing Tooth flat on her back, letting her limps sprawl out across the floor. Promptly he pressed the white towel down on the stab wound while making room for North.

North placed his giant hands over her chest and began to perform chest compressions. After a few seconds he lifted her chin and pinched her nose closed, pushing a heavy breath into her lungs.

Bunnymund watched her chest rise slightly before falling back down. North repeated the process several times, but she still had failed to breath on her own. The Easter Spirit couldn't take watching anymore and decided to look away as the hope of saving her continued to dwindle. The seconds seemed to crawl as North continued to perform CPR. Sandy watched in emotional agony, unknowingly squeezing Jack's hand as they waited for Tooth to breath.

Suddenly a small gasp escaped from Tooth's pink lips and her fingers twitched ever so slightly. A sigh of relief was shared between the two Guardians on the floor as they watched her chest move rhythmically on its own.

"I really thought…" Bunnymund said as tears threatened to fall again.

"I know Bunny. I know." North said as he placed a warm hand on the pooka's shoulder. He knew they couldn't sit around for long; they had two friends in critical condition and if they were going to save both of their lives they had to keep moving.

"Move her to bed, I am going to have to close wound and perform blood transfusion." North instructed with a firm tone.

Carefully Bunnymund gathered Tooth in his arms, ignoring the blood that matted his gray fur. Her body rested heavily in his grasp, her colorful arms falling towards the ground as dead weight. He moved cautiously to the empty bed, placing her carefully in the bed next to Jack, guiding her head onto the pillow next to Baby Tooth.

"Now what?" Bunnymund questioned urgently as he pressed the towel back down on Tooth's wound.

"Now you two leave, I must perform medical operations on both of them." North answered, knowing full well the kind of reaction that the pooka was about to have.

"No way, I'm not leaving them mate. There is no bloody way I'm leaving this room until I know they are both going to be okay!" Bunnymund bellowed as he glared at North. It wasn't his intention to offend his long time friend, but he would have to be dragged out of the room if North wanted him out.

Sandy immediately agreed forming an arrow towards Bunny's direction while shaking his head yes. Gold sand swirled over his spiky hair, signifying his own wisdom in the medical field and that he too could help, that there was no reason for North to work alone.

"If you two stay, you must do exactly as I say when I say it." North said as he retrieved a pair of gloves and opened the curtains, allowing the fully risen sun to shine in.

Bunny and Sandy silently agreed to North's simple request as they nodding in unison.

It had taken longer than they would have liked, but stitching a wound on Tooth was a lot harder than they had anticipated. Her feathers formed a makeshift barricade around the wound, not allowing the needle to penetrate through. North was the one who made the decision to pluck the surrounding areas so that they were easier to close.

Tooth definitely wouldn't like this when she woke up. Bunnymund imagined Tooth hovering over them with her feathers fluffed out in anger, yelling heatedly at them for what they decided to do to her.

A few of the yetis came in and out of the room and cleared the cluttered and dangerous floor. Once it was safe enough to walk around on bare feet they retrieved Phil and took him out. They moved him to another room so that he could eventually achieve consciousness without getting in the Guardians way while they treated the wounded.

Sandy stayed with Jack, growing more concerned as they had yet to treat him. He continued to wonder how long they could afford to wait before the boy was stuck with permanent damage. He stroked the winter spirit's white hair tenderly as the minutes continued to pass. He had attempted to sooth the boy with his dreamsand but found he couldn't; it made him uneasy.

"Okay North I think we have enough for the transfusion…" Bunnymund said as he wiped his paws with a towel and dragged the IV over to Tooth's bedside. His stomach formed knots as he watched her shallow breathes comes so slowly that his mind could easily trick itself into thinking she wasn't really breathing at all.

North stood from the wooden chair he had settled himself in as he collected the blood, wobbling slightly as the room spun for a moment. The ground continued to sway as he suddenly found himself caught in a pair of arms. "Woah mate, you all right?" the Easter spirit questioned, worry resonated clear as day in his Australian voice.

North paused a moment, waiting for the uneasy feeling to pass, "I am fine, just lost a couple pints of blood after all."

His attempt at a joke went completely unnoticed by the Sandman and the pooka.

"Bunny put the IV in Tooth, after that all we can do is wait. Jack needs help now, we have no more time to lose."

Bunnymund nodded before carefully unwrapping his arms from the mammoth of a man.

The pooka trudged over to Tooth and connected the IV with the blood, sighing in sheer relieve as it traveled into her body. "You're gonna be okay Tooth, you and Jack, you'll see." He frowned slightly at seeing Baby Tooth had yet to stir, but decided to leave her as she was, she would waken eventually.

Wasting no more time he walked over to North and Sandy, stopping as he reached the edge of Jack's bed. His heart instantly filled with guilt upon seeing him. He turned away before glancing back at the pitiful form that lay motionless against the bloody bedsheets.

He couldn't stand to look at Jack, not knowing what he had promised; it was burning him up inside. North and Sandy noticed their friend's reaction, silently waiting for an explanation for how upset he had suddenly become.

"I've failed him completely…" Bunny whispered as he leaned onto the mattress and began to shake. North's face immediately softened, "Bunny, you didn't know this would happen, Pitch is stronger than he's ever been, and we have yet to find the reason why. Don't blame-"

The Australian's shaky voice sliced through the air, cutting off North completely, "you don't understand! I promised him! I promised him nothing would happen to him again! That I wouldn't ever let Pitch get near him! Look at him now! It's my bloody fault damn it, don't you try to tell me it isn't!" he yelled as he pointed his paw at North.

Sandy formed an X over his head, desperately trying to tell his friend that he was wrong, and gestured between him and Jack, urgently trying to remind him that they were family and that Jack would forgive him.

North decided to handle the situation in a different manner.

"Fine, it's your fault. So what do you plan to do about it? Wallow in misery, or save his life?" he bellowed as he gestured to the boy.

"He'll never forgive me…" Bunny murmured sorrowfully as he hung his head.

"That is for him to decide, not you." North added, still trying to convince the Easter spirit that there was a time for this, and now wasn't it.

With a heavy sigh Bunnymund met North's eyes, "what do we need to do first?"

North flashed a quick smile of approval before going back his serious stature. "First, we must set his leg."

Sandy instantly floated over to the injured appendage before turning back to North. A sand image of Jack thrashing and waking up flashed over his head.

"He's got a point, how do we know he'll stay out for that?" Bunnymund questioned with apprehension. He really didn't want Jack to feel anymore pain than he had felt already.

"We don't. But it must be done." The Guardian of Wonder huffed.

"I want to do it." Bunnymund said suddenly. If Jack was already going to hate him then he should be the one to set the bone. He deserved to be hated after he had broken his promise.

"Then let us get to work." North said with a hint of finality.

Bunnymund sank to his knees as went to hold the bruised and broken leg. He really didn't want to do this; he had a bad feeling about it. North and Sandy held down Jack's arms, just in case the boy awoke and thrashed from the pain he was sure to feel as they set the bone back into its rightful place.

"On the count of three then?" North suggested.

Bunnymund nodded as he turned his attention to the leg in his grip.

"One..." it seemed like an eternity to the pooka before North finally shouted three, but as soon as the word left his lips he yanked the bone back into position in one powerful motion.

Jack's eyes snapped open; a heart-wrenching scream tore from his lips. His body strained against North and Sandy's hold on his arms as the white-hot pain seared through him like a hurricane. Tears streamed down the side of his eyes and as his breathing came unevenly in the form of gasps. His eyes danced wildly about as he tried to figure out what was happening.

"No! Please stop, it hurts! Pitch no!" he screamed, his eyes now clenched closed as agony continued to flow through him.

The other three Guardians flinched upon hearing the Nightmare King's name. Realizing sorrowfully that Jack now associated the feeling of pain with Pitch Black.

"Frostbite! It's all right, it's okay!" Bunnymund cried as he felt tears swell in his own eyes at the sight of Jack's raw pain.

"H-hurts…" Jack gasped as the tears continued to flow freely. He looked around at the room, realizing that he was truly surrounded by his family and not Pitch Black.

"P-please, make the p-pain stop." Jack begged. He clutched at the sheets with all his might as he waited for the agony to cease. "I can't…I can't." he whined as his chest heaved up and down.

Sandy brushed away his white bangs before hugging the boy's face into his chest, letting him sob freely. He curled around him the best he could, wanting nothing more than to show affection to the hurting teen. Jack accepted Sandy's silent gesture and cried into his rounded form. He was so sick of it. So tired of hurting, he just wanted to feel normal again, whatever that meant.

North crouched down immediately reaching for Jack's hand while the other rested on his shoulder. He shuddered as he felt the boy trembling beneath his fingertips. "We will make it stop Jack, we promise. " North cooed as he tried to calm the boy down. He frowned as he got a closer look at the injuries on his face. Fresh bruises littered his skin; the red cuts the trailed down his cheek were glowing with an angry red, the blood that seeped into his clothes was beginning to mix with an ugly brown.

The Guardian of Wonder had to remind himself that this was in fact the boy who used to fly through the air so freely, summoning snow at his beck and call whenever he wanted. This was the boy that loved to have snowball fights with children, regardless if they saw him or not. This trembling child was the Guardian of Fun.