time doesn't heal everything.

Kitty sniffled, looking around the aisle for the item she was looking for. She rarely got sick, but when she did, it usually hit her like a freight train. Cold medicine and tea already sat in the basket dangling from her arm, but she needed one more thing that always helped make her feel better. As she reached forward, someone’s hand bumped hers. “Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, smiling slightly as she withdrew her hand. “Go ahead.”

Ever since the accident, Jax had realized that he’d been dreadfully low on first aid supplies. Sure, he probably didn’t need any in the first place given his enhanced immune system, but it was always better to be safe than sorry. Hitting up the local pharmacy, he’d been going down the aisles, lost in thought, when his hand bumped into another. Eyes widening, he shook his head. “No, no. You look like you need it more than I do.” He pulled back immediately, offering a smile. “I’m guessing holiday’s kicked your butt?”

Jax: ur gonna pay for this

*two hours later*

Stefan: AND buy you a new bike

Stefan: This isnt a friend, this is grim reaper in disguise

Stefan: im serious jax, you are not riding a bike again

Stefan: or im telling chloe

Jax: she saved my life, okay?

Jax: before you picked me up, she helped get the bike off of me. leave her out of it, okay?

Stefan: Who's gifting you that days after your accident

Stefan: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

Stefan: this is shady af

Stefan: You are banned from riding a bike EVER jackson

Jax: yeah, the friend who was in the accident with me

Jax: you can't ban me from riding wtf you're not my wife

Jax: or my mother

Stefan: I am going to fucking kill you myself if you went and bought this

Stefan: IN PINK

Stefan: what is wrong with you

Jax: nah i got it for christmas

Jax: from a friend

Jax: i think she's secretly out to get me

I love you, kinda <3

And I know your bike got fucked, but auntie Haylee got you, boo boo

Enjoy <3

Merry Christmas Jax 

Em x 

He rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner but couldn’t help the smirk playing on his lips. “I am going to steal a shirt of yours and I will be as dramatic as I please.” he said firmly, shrugging his shoulders a little. He was thankful that he had let him go but the pain was starting take over now – and it wasn’t exactly pleasant. “Yes, fine, but after I get myself a healing potion because I don’t have that kind of magic in my veins.” he said pointedly as he wiped off his blood on his sleeve. Easy for the idiot to tell him that he was fine when he healed in two seconds. “Jax, you really fucking need to stop talking about her.” he told him icily as he put on his seat belt, his tone one of warning, which he was certain the other would recognize. There was a lot he hadn’t told his friend about what happened between him and Issy a few months ago. And he was certain that if he knew he wouldn’t have to endure his constant teasing but he wasn’t sure if he wanted to tell him. “Just shut up and drive, okay?” 

Okay, so Stefan was definitely going to kill him by the end of this. That much was obvious. And sure, maybe Jax would deserve it, but it wasn’t like Stefan wouldn’t heal once he was doped up on a strong enough healing potion. “Okay, fine. But only cause you’re pretty. And I like it when you wear my shirts.” He made a face, clenching his fists at his sides at an attempt to hold back from socking that stupid smirk off his face again. Jax loved the dude, he really did, but Stefan could be a cocky asshole at the most inopportune times. “And don’t make me remind you that you’re the one who fucked up in the first place. I’m not sorry for punching you when you deserve it.” But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel bad at all for hurting Stefan. Even though he did get a little crazy with throwing punches, the guilt he felt was still very real, and he knew that as soon as they got home he would be playing doctor to Stefan. Pulling out of the parking lot, he continued to glance over every other second, worry evident in his gaze. “You’re not going to pass out on me, right?” He asked hesitantly, eyes moving back to the road as he continued to drive in silence. The air between them was thick with tension and he hated it, even though he knew he would literally die for this guy.  

Stefan was out of his house and in his car as soon as Jackson had shared his location, completely freaking out about his being in an accident. He was drowning in worry and once he got to the alley where the other was at, he got out of the car and rushed towards him – only to have his worry turn into absolute horror. The sight before him was terrifying. He was alive – but it seemed like he barely made it. There was so much blood on the man and around him, it was making his head spin. His leg seemed to have had the worst of it, it still seemed to be bleeding and looked almost crushed. There was dried blood everywhere, and he was covered in innumerable bruises – Stefan could have sworn he wouldn’t have made it out alive had he been human. First Issy, now Jax – he didn’t know how much of this he could take before he couldn’t anymore. “Jax?” He rushed towards the man who looked like he was barely even conscious kneeling beside him and pulling him into a hug. He was simply relieved that he still was breathing and had a pulse. “Jax, what have you done.” he mumbled under his breath shoving the potion he had brought with him into his mouth to enhance his healing. But he knew that no amount of magic was going to give him immediate relief, not with the kind of injuries he had. He took his hand in his own before pressing hard, absorbing the herculean amounts of pain he seemed to be in. “Thank fuck you’re alive, don’t scare me like this, Jackson.” ( @jacksonxdavenport )

It was like reliving a nightmare. The night of the car crash in which Reggie had died had been the worst night of his life, but this was proving to be a close runner up. Jax had hit his head hard enough that there must have been some significant damage, but he knew that it could’ve been worse. Nobody had died in the accident, and Haylee was going to be okay. He would be fine. His leg wasn’t in great shape, but it would be good as new as soon as he stopped prolonging the healing process. Curled up on the side of the road, Jax’s eyelids fluttered open, relief washing over his features as he saw his friend pull up. “You came.” He pointed out dumbly, watching as Stefan ran up to him and pulled him into a hug. “I’m fine.” He whispered hoarsely, shaking his head yet swallowing the potion with a grimace. “I’ll heal.” He managed a small smile, leaning heavily on Stefan. “You don’t need to use your powers on me. I’ll be fine. Save them for someone who needs them.” But even with the pain gone he could still feel the steady discomfort of his leg settle in. “I’ll be fine in a few minutes.” But doubt laced his voice, because the severity of his injuries meant it would take longer than usual to heal. And the fact that he had tried to push his bike across town with a crushed leg while dealing with the emotional trauma of a crash that resembled the same one from five hears ago hadn’t helped in the slightest. He flinched at the use of his full name, knowing full well that Stefan meant business if he was going to call him Jackson. “Can you just take me home?” He asked in a low voice, leaning against Stefan with his eyes half closed. He just needed this to be over already. 

There he was. The other guy from his vision. Holy shit. The one in the crash with Haylee, who was surprisingly good looking and thus recognisable. Patto had just gone to get some coffee after work, and the guy was right fucking there. Existing. Suddenly, words were falling out of Patto’s mouth before he realised that, “Hey man,” not only did he vaguely recognise this guy from the hospital, “you, uh,” but also, he should really not know that he was in an accident. Oops. In for a penny, in for a pound right? “You look pretty good for someone who was just hit by a car the other day.” Now that he thought about it, that was weird too. “Like, you look really, really good. Are you some sort of superhero or? Shouldn’t you be at home? Recovering from your significant road trauma? Have you taken something?” He frowned, head tilting to the side as he clamped his mouth shut to stop the barrage of questions. Maybe the dude was a witch with healing powers, or something. Patto had literally no idea. What even was this town. @jacksonxdavenport​

As soon as Jax had a break in his shift, he’d headed over to the cute little cafe near the hospital. It had decent food “Sorry, what?” Jax nearly did a spit take of water, puling the bottle away and swallowing hard to avoid choking at the bizarre questions that had just been so casually catapulted his way. “Dude, are you fucking serious?” He narrowed his eyes, mind beginning to race a mile a minute as he stared at the other guy. “Wait. Were you there? Is that how you know I was in an accident?” His fists clenched at his sides instantly, and he had to physically hold himself back from punching the guy in his smug, dumb looking face. “Dude, you ruined my bike and you don’t even apologize?” He’d been two seconds from actually humoring this guy and answering the ridiculous question, but his anger was quickly taking over and he was starting to question if he should walk away before things got out of hand.