A/N: Part two. Same warnings as before.
Nip/Tuck.
A hum. This is what Chase awakes to. At first, he is confused… but as he looks around: the surgical tools, the now dried up blood, and Jack's towering form over him, Chase remembers. He does not wish to remember. Jack is still humming. He is humming like he hasn't assumed the position of a surgeon on Chase. He is humming as if he is normal.
Jack has on a pair of latex gloves. His eyes are locked on Chase's chest… or what was once his chest that is now, only his ribcage. Jack ignores the fact that Chase has awoken, simply because he does not know the warlord has awoken. Chase attempts to shift his body, and finds he can do so. The drug to paralyze him has worn off.
Jack, shocked for a brief moment, finally looks at Chase.
"Oh..! Chase! You're awake! Now you get to see me fix you!"
Chase is silent. He instead, chooses to watch Jack do his "fixing". Chase can feel his heart beating in his chest, where it belongs… and not in the hands of Jack Spicer, though if Jack could read his mind, he'd quickly rip it out again and kiss it, letting pumping blood rain down on his body. Chase rejects the thought.
Each one of Chase's ribs are placed back together. Jack knew a little bit more about medical science than the medical science community itself knew. The feat wasn't possible without certain tools ….which Jack did not have, but he did it… right in front of Chase. Chase's skin is eventually put back together, exactly how it was. Careful precision is taken so that Chase's skin shows no sign of alteration.
Chase could almost laugh. He wished he slept through the process. Jack probably wouldn't have let him, anyway.
The mending of Chase's body takes an hour and a half. Jack takes bandages and wraps it around Chase's chest, to help the ribs stay in place. He leaves Chase to lie there, and picks up each surgical tool, and goes to clean them. Chase's eyes still watch Jack. Everything Jack does, he watches.
The hum sounds again. Jack seems to be pleased as he goes back over to Chase, and kneels down, stroking his hair.
"I would never, ever skin your head, Chase," he says softly. "This hair is just too gorgeous to ruin… It's… It's so beautiful, Chase. You keep it so nicely."
Chase nods, acknowledging Jack's comment. It is all he can do. His throat hurts. He cannot speak.
"And those eyes…." Jack continues, fingers moving to trace Chase's eyelids. "Gold… real gold, and not fool's gold. I would never gouge these eyes."
Chase tries to move again.
"Don't move," Jack says. "You'll hurt yourself. Don't worry… I'll take… good, good care of you."
Jack leans down, his lips tracing Chase's ear. "Good care of you. Very good care of you. I love you, Chase. I love you."