(Jack)

Three hours. I've been sitting by (y/n)'s side, just watching over her, for three hours. The Guardians came and went, they argued and Tooth cried, and I cried, for a long time.

But I never, ever, thought of leaving (y/n)'s side.

I'd been alone for about forty or so minutes, until North showed up and laid on of his large hands on my shoulder, surprising me out of my deep thoughts.

"Jack," North said, his strong, deep voice faltered, and his eyes read melancholy and fear, "there is not much we can do. We tried everything. I do not think–"

"Then think harder! Try harder! Do everything you can, North, I am not giving up on her!" I screamed at North, suddenly crying again.

"Jack…" North said with a sigh, and sinking to my level, so that I may see his eyes, "it is out of our hands. It is up to Man on Moon, now, not us." For the first time since I met North, he looked like he was going to cry, and his usually happy and cheerful face, looked sad, and tired.

"I'm not leaving her," I said, glancing away from North and back to (y/n), she was pale, and her rosy cheeks had lost their color. Her nose was red, and her breathing was slow and ragged, there were dark rings under her eyes and her hair was dry, but tangled and sprawled recklessly about her pillow, "I'm not giving up on her."

And without noticing it, I was alone again. It was just the silence, (y/n), and myself. I looked back up at the clock. It was now eight o'clock p.m. I have been sitting here for six hours now, not moving, not daring to leave. I inched my chair closer to (y/n), and took her limp hand in mine. She was so cold, colder than me, and she felt like death itself.

"God, (y/n)," I breathed, lowering my head so that I rested it on her bed, her hand still in mine, "this is all my fault, I could have fought. I should have fought. I'm such a coward. And now, I'm going to lose the last hope I have in this world." Tears slipped off of my face and onto the back of (y/n)'s hand.

"J–Jack?" (Y/n) whispered hoarsely, my head shot up faster than a bullet and I brought my gaze to meet (y/n)'s. She smiled timidly before she went into a violent coughing fit, her chest heaving, her eyes watering. She looked like she was having trouble breathing, so I helped her sit up in the bed.

"Jack, it hurts to breathe," (y/n) complained, as I helped her sit up, and sat next to her, wrapping my arms around her, "it hurts so much. My chest…"

"I know, I know," I said, shushing her and resting her head on my chest, running my fingers through her coarse hair, until they got tangled in it and I had to pull them out, and start over again.

"I'm so tired, Jack. Sleep with me?" She said, burying her face in chest, and clenching onto my sweater like a last resort.

"Yes, of course. " I said, prying (y/n)'s arms off of me so that I may take off my sweater, "here," I said helping her put it on, "this should keep you warm." I said, suddenly full of hope.

"Your sweater? But won't you–" another coughing fit, I tapped slightly on her back and she stopped, "won't you be cold?" She finished.

"No, not me. I'm King of the Cold," I said, returning back to my spot, next to her, with her in my arms. "Just get some sleep."

(Y/n) nodded against my chest, clinging to my undershirt now, "you too…" she said, before drifting off again.

'She's safe. She's okay. Just…go to sleep, Jack. You can do it, she'll be okay. She's in your arms, now. No harm will come to her. '

I smiled and leaned my head back against the bedframe, closing my eyes, and letting oblivion take me.

(Jack, eight hours later)

She wasn't as safe as I thought she would be.

(Y/n) died later that morning in my arms. At exactly four o'clock, a.m.

I honestly thought that she would be safer with me, but as always, I was wrong. She would have been safer with her step-mother, regardless of how she treated her, she would have never had to face Pitch.

Pitch, I would kill that bastard. I'd see to it that his head was on a silver plate. He would pay for what he took from me.

He would pay.

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I AM SO SORRY.

I just felt the story needed a little drama bomb, you know? No...? Okay...

NEVER FEAR! You readers (as (y/n)), are hella brave! You got this! (Y/n) will be just fine! 3 okay I'll put up the next ch. when I get 75 comments!

Thank you for putting up with my crap, my lovely babies! I love you all! Until next time :) ,':)