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SHE HUFFED OUT A QUIET LAUGH â the kind that carried more disbelief than actual amusement . She took direction , shaking her head at the fact she still ended up here . â I was on a blind date , and I promise you that one is still standing - probably trying to get the number of our bartender , â she snorted . She had been a little zealous when talking about how a guillotine wouldn't stop her sex life . â What can I say , I looked drop dead gorgeous before , and he simply dropped . But we're going to rectify the dead part . I guess that's the last time I use the Victoria's Secret Wonder Bra. â
She rolled her shoulders to readjust herself . â There were a lot of people there tonight popping molly , â she quickly corrected herself , â MDMA , and he was very active dancing before he dropped . I made a mental note that he was one to stay away from - got too handsy with some of the people on the dance floor . â
She was quick to scramble off the gurney while Abbot took over compressions . â We're going to need 4 milligrams of Narcan if he did take something , â she's checking over his eyes , the pupils are blown and not reacting correctly to the light in the room or to her flashlight . She's waiting with bated breath for a pulse , but when nothing happens she's cursing . â He's textbook . â
Igraine is back over on his chest , switching with Abbot , continuing the compressions , grateful for the short-lived break . It's a song in her head and it keeps her in rhythm . â You know I never like to come in on my day off without bringing you something to make your night, Abbot . â
"Tmi doctor Hale, tmi." Was Jack really that prude, no, banter was a thing, too much information while someone was actively dying on the table another. Place and time. He was the last one to not have some form of banter, but private information should be kept private. "the joys of night life. We'll do a screening of the usual suspects anyway."
When his time on chest compressions was up. "No, not yet. Give him a dose of Epi." he disagreed with the Narcan. Used this to teach her."Once in cardiac arrest, opioid reversal is secondary, restores breathing, not heart activity. You do ACLS first. Narcan cannot travel from the injection site to the brain without a pumping heart. Continue chest compressions. "
He moved around to perform an endotracheal tube. "Most likely, the cardiac arrest was caused by hypoxia." He finished intubation and let the ventilation tech take over. "Hold compressions. " He looked at the screen and waited a second.
The heart did jump start again and Jack took a deep breath. Not out of the woods yet but since this was a successfully ROSC , he was going to take advantage of it. "Now narcan." He let her do that, and took a step back. "That's one for the ICU. " He talked to his scribe, so she could write everything done, dosage wise. An eye still on monitoring if their job here stabilized the man or not. As the vitals indicated it was the case.
He stepped out with Igraine. "Well, the idea is not to be bring me anything, and to get yourself something non lethal. Blind dates are a recipe for disaster."
= flashback - surgical floor - day after the stabbing =
"You don't need to be sorry, It's not like you asked to get stabbed." He knew that wasn't what the apology was for. He knew it was for the stress and worry that had been his everything for the last few hours. Still not something that Jack really had any control of. The question was one he was hoping to avoid for now, but he couldn't.
"No, I will be..." He brought his lips to kiss the back of Jack's hand. "When we can go home." He sat back up as the nurse came in, he gave her a nod and watched her work just out of habit. He watched as she went along and as she left. He released another long breath, a relief to be alone again, without extra eyes. So much of their life was kept private because they preferred it that way. The tug on his hand drug him out and he looked over to him and gave a soft smile.
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back to be next to him. His head shifted and rested his head on his shoulder. Weylen pressed a kiss to his shoulder, trying to ground them both back in this moment.
= present - home - couple days after the stabbing =
"Alright, almost done, baby." He pressed a kiss to his husband shoulder before he returned to the work at hand. Weylen hated working on Jack, he would have much rather there comforting him not inflicting more on him.
He was finishing up the stitches, he was glad that he's at least had the lidocaine. Wished he'd had something stronger to make this better, but he could only be so gentle. Stitches weren't exactly an easy or painless process to start with. He finished the last of the stitches checking his work, "I added a couple.. just to help keep that from tearing." The word again was tempting but he'd not tempt fate.
Weylen could feel the exhaustion starting to settle back in, he could feel the tension in his shoulders even more now. Like he'd been holding his breath while making each stitch. He set the tools off to the side and started to bandage him again, tape and gauze all applied, he should be alright as long as he doesn't do anything else or Tess doesn't forget. "Okay, done. Lets get you some more meds."
Jack smiled softly at that kiss on his shoulder and moved a little to be able to kiss his temple as a thank you before he just leaned forward again and just let his elbows rest on his thighs. Even with the lidocaine, it hurt, the pulling hurt, the delicate balance inside hurt. The constant motion of his shoulder hurt. His mind was with his daughter and husband, because this situation brought up older stuff that had been put to rest and now that his mobility was again reduced, it was hard not to think on these things again.
His gaze just focused on the ground in front of him. Quiet was never a good sign with Jack, but he had to handle his pain and stay still for Weylen or this would be lasting longer. When Weylen spoke, Jack blinked, snapping back from wherever his mind had wandered. Truly, not far, it just dissociated away somewhere. He glanced at Weylen and nodded. He hoped it would not be the case. He would rather have a clean scar than an ugly one. He had enough ugliness on his body.
When done with the patch up, Jack put his shirt back down. "I'm fine babe, can't take anything anyway for the next 3 hours, I'm maxxed out remember? " he pointed out. It was the only reason he had made the attempt to walk a little, because he knew that contrary to popular belief, movement helped more with this than remaining still. However the little energy he had, was gone now.
He did not feel like moving, he did not feel like getting up, he did not even feel like laying down. He had a high pain tolerance that much was true, but still did not want to power through anything right now. "Go check on Tessa...I'm okay. I don't feel like moving anyway right now. Maybe bring the wheelchair back with you , would be easier I think. "
Hello pittmash'd potatoes. World cup has started, honestly Mexico did a good opening job, I liked it. Now to the match, may Mexico win at home that would be amazing.
While watching the match, I will try to write a bit.
He gave a nod to Shen, as always his dunkin in hand before he goes wandering off to do whatever it was that Shen does.
"Vibrating?" He chuckled, leave it to Robinavitch to do something that could be awkward. He leaned against the hub, he had no idea what that could mean and he really didn't want to find out here. He leaned into the hub as Jack went to grab his things. He caught up with Perlah about her kids for a moment. Weylen gave her a wave before pushing off the desk and followed along side Jack as they went to leave.
"Yeah, luckily. Had a couple of good teaching moments which was nice one of our residents got accepted to a fellowship in Chicago. Rona in cardio, so we've got her for the rest of the month." He tucked his hands in his pockets giving a nod to security as they made their way out to the truck. "So just how many cakes ended up in the break room?"
"Vibrating...and knowing him, it's some stupid shit he thought was really clever. So we gotta love him still for that." Jack rolled his eyes. Knowing Robby, it was probably something utterly stupid. He'll find out at home anyway.
He listened to his husband while exiting the hospital ground and making their way to their car. "That's nice, will you tear up again ? Do I need to take your hand or are you going to be okay? " he joked and bumped his hip with his. He looked at the box with the cakes.
"About 7 I think, I took enough for bun bun and you for the next ...pffffffiou ...month" he made a face of true doubt if they would even manage to eat all of it. "I stand by what I texted you, when do they have fucking time to do all this baking."
As they arrived at Betsy, he put everything in the back seat on the passenger side. He turned to face Weylen. "Do your plans that I have not been able to crack, because I got distracted, require you to drive ?"
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Location. Landstuhl / Kirchberg,Germany | circa. 2006 | ft. @pittbats
CW: body image disturbance, lemony to spicy content
A month after Weylen's return, and their conversation making Jack realise that his fears were given power by his own mind, their journey into intimacy is again explored. This time, with a serious intent on teasing the other to a death by a heart attack.
== JACK ==
During the month that Weylen was back, their domestic routine came in little ways. Little rituals of old and new, over breakfast, dinner, little impromptu dates and movie nights. Jack had not mentioned his breakdown during their hike ever since it happened, but he seemed more present, less tense in mind and body. As if the tension had somewhat remained in that forest, but also in sessions with his therapist. That day, the shift was not a hard one, but a long one, and as he was munching on some pudding his boyfriend made, he had no choice but to endure torture. "Ow...ow..ow ow...can you not.." he interjected, though the massage of his leg was necessary and boy did Weylen go deep tissue.
== WEYLEN ==
"Sorry, love almost done." He looked up to him and gave him an apologetic smile, it felt good to be back in a pattern. Sleeping with him every night not worrying about whatever fucking noise had been made in the depth of his sleep. The exhaustion was gone and he was human again; he didn't hate all of humanity which was for the best. He'd gotten back into the habit of caring for Jack's leg. That had come back easily like riding a bike. He went lighter on him but still working on the muscles that needed it. "Better?"
== JACK ==
"Mk's'eating'pudding'hrder» Jack spoke with a full mouth of dessert. He shifted a bit, massaging his thigh was always a bitch, even before the amputation, that was just such a big muscle to work on, and it did not cooperate. He had knots he knew that and they had to be worked. He finished the bowl and put it to the side. "Feels good but hurts like a mother...owww .... youâre doing that on purpose, feeling that hamstring to my ass right now jeeesus"
== WEYLEN ==
"Baby," He rolled his eyes a little, "Working through it as gently as I can." He knew it was a rough spot, but they needed to work it even if he was fussing. "I'm not doing shit on purpose; your shift really took a toll on you today." He finished up the last little bit that he was willing to do before Jack complained further. "Alright we'll give it a break but it's still going to need more."
== JACK ==
"You did not give me enough pudding for this." He knew he was being dramatic, but he would not apologize for it. "It did. One attending short due to the flu. " Jack let out a breath of relief. "Iâll take the break. " he rubbed his leg with his hand. "I think...maybe you need to do ..my lower back too ... it s pulling" He asked tentatively.
== WEYLEN ==
"I'm not sure what the ratio of pudding to leg massage is." He got up and leaned over him kissing his forehead. "That I can do. Shirt off, baby. I'll be right back." He grabbed the bowl and took it back to the kitchen. There was smirk across his lips as he came back in, "I'll never get tired of that."
== JACK ==
"That's why you never have a good patient satisfaction in civi, baby...neva." he joked and smiled at the kiss. Jack took a second to take his shirt off, his eyes trailed down on his right sight, fingers just brushing over the skin with a mixture of it being foreign and somewhat acceptance. Just Jack, he just reminded himself, though it sounded like Weylen's voice. He laid down on his stomach, pillow underneath him so he would be comfortable, just in his boxers. He turned his head towards Weylen as he spoke up. He did not comment, still getting used to that look on him. He had stopped brushing him off or not allowing him to say he was beautiful or attractive.
== WEYLEN ==
He sat beside him with lotion and started making soft pressure on his lower back working the tension slowly out of him. Weylen leaned over and kissed his shoulder; it was nice to be able to compliment him every now and then and not feel like he was making Jack uncomfortable. He pressed his thumbs a little deeper in a few spots trying to release the knots. He's careful around the burns knowing how sensitive he could still be there.
== JACK ==
There was tensing up as soon as the hands were on his back, the muscles twitching under his hands. Jack, however, just smiled at the kiss on his shoulder and closed his eyes. Those were just as painful as the rest. "Mhhhm..." he moaned into the pillow because it was relaxing and causing pain. He breathed through how Weylen was working a few spots. As the areas were warming up, he did feel the relaxation kick in. "More to the right..."he whispered and reached behind him to point at his ride side that point just above the hip bone. "just gentle."
== WEYLEN ==
He shifted his attention further to the right, keeping them very gentle. Despite the years it still was rough, he made some small circles. "Let me know if that's still too much." His fingertips brushed lightly on his hip as his thumb applied gentle and steady pressure against his skin. Weylen leaned over kissing his shoulder again, and slowly over to his neck.
== JACK ==
"mhm" Jack hummed. It did hurt, but he focused on the muscle instead of the skin, Weylen's thumb was pressing exactly where he wanted it. He clenched the bed sheet. "Fuuuuuck..." he breathed out in and moaned, moan that morphed into a slight chuckle as he felt Weylen's lips on his shoulder and neck. "Watcha doing" he whispered not doing anything to stop him.
== WEYLEN ==
He chuckled softly against his skin, "Distracting you." His thumb pressed again mindful of the pressure, "Plus the moans are not helping." He couldn't help that fact, Jack could and would always be a weakness for him, but in the best way. "You don't seem to mind my distractions."
== JACK ==
"Pretty sure me existing is not helping ...mhhhhh" he hissed that point was sure and he did try to pull away a little intially until it just diffused. "Mhm...I don't mind."
== WEYLEN ==
"Mmhmmm..." He chuckled a little against him and nipped his shoulder a little, "Do you want me to stop, the massage not the teasing.... or both." He hummed and kissed his cheek.
== JACK ==
This time Jack gasped. He was stuck between two stimuli and couldn't really choose which was nicer or more favored. "You're good, just continue both...better than pudding. " he smiled
== WEYLEN ==
He smiled softly, "I would hope so." He kissed along his shoulder again leaving a mark that would be hidden by his clothes as his thumb continued to work the muscle keeping the pressure even a gentle. He didn't want to do any harder in case it hurt him.
== JACK ==
Jack continued to moan, just low and content. He hoped this was distracting Weylen enough for him to also forget his thigh. "Feelsnicebabe" he muttered against the pillow.
== WEYLEN ==
He chuckled a little, "Got any other spots you want me to try?" He smirked and started kissing his back ever so slowly. He slowly shifted his hand up working the other muscles so he didn't overwork them.
== JACK ==
"mhh... not really. " Jack commented, the kisses did give him goosebumps, visible on the skin. He took a deep breath and exhaled as Weylen changed spots. "You seem to be set on the route to take here... just forget that hamstring " he chuckled into the pillow.
== WEYLEN ==
"You really donât want me to go back to torturing you." He chuckled totally understanding the why, he could let it slide for right now. "Mmm just having fun. Iâm pretty sure I promised to kiss every inch of you."
== JACK ==
"I don't. It's mean." Jack agreed. He was comfortable the way he was laying and warm too from the muscles being worked. "You did promise that, but please don't kiss my toes, that's just weird." he pointed out.
== WEYLEN ==
"Mmm, I'm sorry babes." He chuckled a little and shook his head, "Yeah no I'm not kissing your foot. Just the rest of you." He gently nips his hip and smirks, his fingers running across his left side. "And I do love kissing you..."
== JACK ==
"Good to know. "Jack replied. He just let this happen, just feeling it out, creating something positive with whatever Weylen was doing. It felt nice, the attention, the care and gentleness that went into it, rather than the pressure, but there was a difference in surface level vs tissue level. As he was nipping on his hip, Jack twitched. It tickled a bit.
== WEYLEN ==
He hummed and worked his way back up to Jack's neck nuzzling into the crook of his neck again. It was nice to be able to love on him and touch him more. "Ticklish?"Â He asked his fingers trailing in the same spot he'd nipped.
== JACK ==
" a little bit. " His hand came up to scratch his boyfriend's head a bit. "How much do I owe you, Sir, that was quite the work out and relaxing massage... you really know how to put pressure on muscles.»
== WEYLEN ==
He chuckled, "Owe me? Hmm hadn't thought about that." His lips brushing against his shoulder again. "I could use some help... someone's moaning got me all kinds of worked up." He nipped his shoulder again.
== JACK ==
« Oh really, well I aim to be helpful. Jack chuckled. He turned to face Weylen and sat up. He cupped his face and kissed him tenderly. The taste of vanilla pudding still sweet on their lips. « How can I help you baby, tell me. » he whispered against his lips, his hand moving under his t-shirt over his abdomen.
== WEYLEN ==
He sighed into the kiss, the comfort of Jack's hand against his skin. "This is a great start." He rested his back against the headboard and pulled Jack into his lap. His hands sitting at his hip, pulling him tight for a moment so he could kiss him again.
== JACK ==
Jack did not oppose much resistance as Weylen moved to sit against the headboard and pulled him into his lap. He leaned down, his hand going through Weylen's neck into his hair, while the other remained on his shoulder for support. He connected their lips again after a gasp escaped his lips when being pulled against him. He sucked his bottom lip in, pulling it gently with his teeth before letting go.
== WEYLEN ==
He hummed at his hand in his hair, his hand shifted up his left side gripping a little at his back. The pull at his lower lip had him groaning, he was so incredibly addicted to this man. "Fuck baby." He kissed him again slipping in tongue along his.
== JACK ==
Jack smiled against Weylen's lips. He had to admit, he also liked to have that effect on him, every time, on the most little things. Jack played along, moving lips and tongues to try to win in an imaginary battle. He rolled his hips just a little, to create friction. "We're going to undo all the hard work you did, baby" Jack pointed out, kissing the tip of Weylen's nose, his cheek, his jaw, he gripped the hair a little to tilt his head and nibble at the junction of the jaw.
== WEYLEN ==
Weylen groaned softly at the roll of his hips; he rocked his hips back in response. He chuckled, "Worth it, even if I have to do it again." He smiled as Jack kissed over and over, the gentle pull and nibble made him shutter, "You donât seem to mind ruining my hard work either..."
== JACK ==
Jack chuckled, following that neck muscle down. "I don't give a flying fuck right now, no..." he whispered against his ear before being a little shit and giving him a kiss in his ear, making it extra loud sound wise.
== WEYLEN ==
He smirked at the admittance, He flinched a little at the extra loud kiss, "God you're such a shit." He nipped at Jack's shoulder again, and rolled his hips against him.
== JACK ==
Jack giggled lowly. "Can't deny that. "He kissed the side of his head and bit his lip when he felt contact again, just replying to it by going against the motion for more friction. He gasped. His hand was still on the neck just massaging the muscles there. "You're tense..."
== WEYLEN ==
"Tense because of you.." He kissed back up his neck back to his lips, "I just want you all the time." He smirks as he kisses him deeply again the hand at his hip giving a little grip. He was exaggerating just a little bit but that wasn't important.
== JACK ==
"Me? You always blame me for your random morning boners, you know Weylen, at some point you just must accept - mhhh" Cut short by a kiss, a lavish one, that made him moan into it as he replied with equal intensity. Effectively that kiss just stopped his brain for a good millisecond.
== WEYLEN ==
He chuckled into the kiss, he really couldn't always blame Jack but it was more fun when he did. He moaned as his kiss was returned and at least it seemed Jack was getting around to being just as needy as he was right now. He had some witty comment to use but he was enjoying this too much he just wanted to enjoy this and him and fuck he was needy.
== JACK ==
Jack did enjoy the connection, how Weylen made him feel, despite him still having in mind that hand on his hip, how it was gripping him, how his body wanted to fight it. It was less than a month ago, he noticed that. It made him more active in their exploring because he was less tense. He ended the kiss, mostly to catch his breath. He looked down at him, hand cupping the side of his face. « I ..want to taste more of you, can I? »
== WEYLEN ==
He took the chance to catch his breath; he leaned into that touch to his face. Turning a little to kiss the heel of his palm. "You want to taste?" He smirked before nodding. "Yeah, baby. You can have anything you want."
== JACK ==
"Okay.."he whispered and kissed him again, more gently this time. He moved to be able to take Weylen's shirt off. He moved so he would be comfortable and pulled Weylen by his hips down a bit with a swift motion. He hovered over him, catching his lips again then started to trace down, light kissing or nibbling on the skin trailing down to his chest and abdomen. His hand was on the thigh, coming up to palm his boyfriend. "Mhhh..." he hummed. "Someone's excited." he chuckled.
== WEYLEN ==
He chuckled as he was moved, the swift motion made him smile. His hand that had been on his hip now threaded in hair, he took a sharp breath in when the first nip against his skin happened. The feeling of his hand sent a shutter through him. "How could I not be?"
== JACK ==
"I don't know, you're the one with so much self control" Jack joked. He pulled Weylen's sweatpants just enough to get to where he wanted. "I haven't done this in a while..." Jack admitted and jerked Weylen's cock with his hand a bit, before pulling the skin back and kissing the top. Jack looked up at Weylen as he took just that tip into his mouth, tongue swirling around it, see how he liked that.
== WEYLEN ==
He rolled his eyes at the prod at his self control. "That makes 2 of us.." He inhaled sharply at the kiss, his hand in Jack's hair stopping mid stroke. He moaned as Jack took him into his mouth and bit at his own lower lip, "Fuck.." He'd thought about what this would feel like a lot and none of his assumptions were right. It felt so much better
== JACK ==
Jack smiled at the reaction, even with him in his mouth. He let his cock pop out, kissing his way down his shaft. He pulled on the soft skin of his testicles. "Like that baby?" he asked before sucking one into his mouth. Eyes still fixed on him with everything he was doing.
== WEYLEN ==
He groaned softly; the kisses made him smile. He was about to answer when Jack took him into his mouth again. "Fuckkkking hell. Yeah baby..." He moaned his head falling back a bit. "Been a while but certainly didnt forget.... fuck..."
== JACK ==
"Guess I have you in a choke, don't I baby" Jack commented, thrilled by Weylen's reaction, caught in how his body was reacting to this. A sight he surely wanted to keep lasting. He lazily worked him between two fingers while still teasing him with his mouth. He could feel the twitch of muscles, appreciative of what he was doing. Pulling the base down to have a good grip, he took him in his mouth again, going down to his limit. He did not really want to gag on this, he hated that feeling. He hummed around him as he started to move his mouth up and down, his tongue creating extra pressure on the underside.
== WEYLEN ==
"Yea..." He chuckled a little, the teasing felt so good and watching Jack didnt help. He ached at the teasing on his length. He moaned again as Jack took him fully into his mouth. "Fuck Jack..." His hand not currently buried in Jack's hair was buried into the sheets of their bed.
== JACK ==
His hand on the base of his shaft was preventing him from rocking against his mouth, while the other was just resting on his hip, squeezing the flesh a bit. Jack let his prized possession slip out of his mind, just briefly, for a change of temperature and pressure, the cooler air just doing an excellent job at giving him a little break. He swallowed his own spit. He chuckled at how undone Weylen seemed to be. "You're okay over there, baby? " he asked, mischief in his eyes as his tongue came to lick some of the leaking precum, he had noticed.
== WEYLEN ==
He sighed a little as jack pulled away for a moment, "Ha.. yeah I'm great.." His tongue was on him again and with that little shit face, "Christ babe.." He was glad to see that Jack was enjoying fucking with him as him as fucking him up. He stroked his hair a little, "You seem to be enjoying this.."
== JACK ==
"I am..." Jack admitted, giving it a rest for a moment, just kissing his hip. "You're so pretty when I please you...never really seen you let go like that before..." He let his thumb over the tip of Weylen's cock. "Though..." he let his teeth trace along the shaft, menacing to bite but instead kissed. "Never understood the tasting good stuff people say. Taste ...sure...taste good... eeeh...debatable"
== WEYLEN ==
"Pretty, huh?" He chuckled a little, "I'm not usually good at letting go..." He hissed at the feeling of teeth on him, it was almost annoying how good he was at getting to him. "I never did either, but everyone has their thing." His hand slid from his curls to his face, tracing the edge of his face.
== JACK ==
"Yes, pretty...beautiful even... hot ...want another word ?" Jack smiled. He titled his head. "With me you are...you let go of many things for me..." he acknowledged. Jack leaned into the touch and turned his head a bit to grab a finger between his teeth with a sound effect, he did suck on it a bit before giggling. "you are giving me too many digits to choose from...still like the girthy one tho..." he joked and moved the base a bit. "wiggle buddy"
== WEYLEN ==
"No, I think you're stroking my ego enough." He smiled softly and nodded, "You, my love, are the exception." He hadn't been expecting the bite, he couldn't help the laugh especially when is dick is called girthy then told to wiggle. "Oh sorry for distracting you with the smaller less fun ones, baby."
== JACK ==
"That I am. " At his words, Jack softened, kissed his thigh gently, he liked being his exception, feeling wanted because he just was, not because Weylen made him his exception because of things. He was starting to believe that, that there was more to himself than just that promise. He blinked, using the humor to simply slip back into the conversation. "Smaller yes, less fun, nah baby...you could file an insurance claim for me biting your finger...but I do prefer my current decision." He kissed his cock again, almost bit down on on it too. With a smile on his lips, he went to work on it again, faster this time, his hand putting pressure on the base even more.
== WEYLEN ==
"I could be thatâs paperwork IÂ don't feel like doing." He chuckled softly his fingers threading in his hair again. His fingers shifted through the curls as he started to work him again. He moaned and did his best to keep his hips still. "Fuck.." The quicker pace and added pressure made it hard to focus on him and he gave in against his head falling back and another moan. "Fuck im not gonna last like that.."
== JACK ==
Jack was torn between listening to him and slowing down or stopping, and just put him over the proverbial edge and keep with his wish he had voiced minutes earlier. Loosing his grip a bit, he did move faster, moaning and whimpering around Weylen's length, very attentive to his body language and noises he was making. He had decided on option 3, edge him enough for him to lose his mind but enough for him to come. He let his cock slip out of his mouth in a pop and wiped his mouth with his hand just seconds before he felt Weylen would find release and chuckled out of breathe while climbing back up, catching his lips in a wet kiss. "You wanted to last longer"
== WEYLEN ==
Weylen shuttered as he moved faster, fuck Jack was going to ruin him. The sound of him whimpering and moaning around him was driving him insane. Jack left him aching on edge, he whined into the kiss, he hated how much of a tease he was sometimes. "Fuck you.." he chuckled against his lips, biting his lower and pulling away just a little. He groaned again from the ache.
== JACK ==
"Pretty sure you will at some point" Jack chuckled between two gasps. Weylen's actions just making him roll his hips against him. "I can finish you off if you prefer. " he suggested.
== WEYLEN ==
"Mhmm I hope too." He smirked a little, the gasps were cute but the hip rocking was torture. "Seems like you might be getting worked up too baby..." His hand trailed down his left side gripping his hip.
== JACK ==
"Mhhh...that's your fault, and how you're kissing me " Jack pointed out, he just remained on him, pressed against his chest, arms locked under his shoulders. He rubbed their noses together. "I'll be fine either way..." he punctuated his sentence with little pecks. "I want to know what you want, and answer the question, not the you know what I want reply."
== WEYLEN ==
"I like being at fault." He chuckled softly, as their noses were rubbed together. The little pecks keep that smile on his lips. "What I want..." He sighed softly, "I.." he kissed him again, «want..." He pulled on his long his lower lip again. "To be in you... or you in me...but I don't want to rush anything...if you're not ready"
== JACK ==
Jack listened, shuddering at how he was kissing him and pulling on his lower lip and at the message. He lifted his face a bit to look at Weylen."That's an impossible choice. " He cupped the side of his face with the back of his hand. "Don't feel like flipping a coin either..." he pinched his lips to the side. "I'm okay going there... just with you..." he voiced looking a bit shy for a second. "I do feel better than a month ago... but I... really cannot decide what I want more ..."
== WEYLEN ==
His free hand threaded in Jack's hair; it was a really impossible choice. He couldn't help the smile on his lips at him being okay with going that far, just with him. "How about.. " He brushed his lips on Jack's. "I just get you worked up and then.. you can...be in me... because if try to...i wonât last..."
== JACK ==
Jack felt his heartbeat accelerate, eyes slightly dilating at what Weylen was offering. "Okay.." he whispered, already caught in what it could feel like, and he could not really hide his body reacting to that. He was glad Weylen made a choice, but that choice slightly was frying his brain. He was a bit overwhelmed by the trust and love Weylen was putting in him, but also what it meant and how he felt right now was just a bit too much. He moved his head down to his shoulder, biting slightly down on his arm, because that overwhelming sensation needed to go somewhere. "Definitely going to ruin your massage work" he whispered against his skin
== WEYLEN ==
He groaned into the bite, as he rolled them over, so he was hovering over Jack. "Definitely...I donât mind redoing it..." he kissed his cheek and slowly brushed his lips against Jacks neck. "Do you want my hand or my mouth, baby?" He smirked against his skin a little hearing his heartbeat.
== JACK ==
Jack moved to lay on his back, welcoming Weylen to him with anticipation and that residual tension he could not really control. Though he was focused on his boyfriend, on what he was doing, a hand was still on his neck the other on his side. The question made him swallow, and he felt himself twitch while still trapped in his underwear. "Your mouth..." he managed to reply. "I want your mouth."
== WEYLEN ==
Weylen started to kiss down his chest, making sure to kiss where his heart is before going further. His hand at his him hooking into his underwear and pants pulling them off and returning back kissing his hip marking it again with a smirk. One hand rested in his left hip as the other started to tease him. Gently brushing his fingertips along his length coaxing him a little before gently wrapping his hand around him. He ran his tongue over his head, moaning a little before taking him into mouth and starting to slowly bob up and down on him.
== JACK ==
It has been a while, quite literally another life at this point since someone had done this for him, to him. His eyes were fixed on each decision Weylen was making. Noticing how he liked to mark his hip, how it made him feel. Still torn between telling him not to do that and wanting to belong to this man because it felt just right. He swallowed hard as he watched him touch him, taking control of a pleasure that was already there and now building. Jack gasped, muscles tensed and he rocked his hips forward a bit. "Fuck..." he gasped biting his lip.
== WEYLEN ==
Weylen moaned around him, looking up at him to watch his reaction. He'd been waiting to do this for him, to him, he wanted to watch him come undone. He added pressure with his tongue along with him, the hand gently holding his hips from bucking too much. He too jack as deep as he could before pulling back and rolling his tongue over him again moaning softly.
== JACK ==
Jack bit his lip harder, watching him made it maybe worse, but he couldn't get his eyes off of this. The moans were sending shivers down his spine, that tongue felt so good it made him dizzy. His lips parted as he felt those little electric shocks going, spasms through his body that made him gasp. His hand didn't go for Weylen's head, instead it landed on his hand, he needed something grounding, this time however, because he was losing himself in pleasure.
== WEYLEN ==
He threaded his fingers with Jack's, wanting to ground him as much as himself. He popped off him, before running his tongue along his length and smirked. "Howâs that feel, baby?" He didnât really give him time to answer before heâs taking him as deep as he can. His hand around the base of him gently squeezes. Similar to how he now knew jack liked it.
== JACK ==
Jack could feel his heart in his ears, his breathing was faster, this was more intense than he anticipated, maybe because of the lack of touch, maybe because it was just arousing to watch Weylen take him so eagerly and religiously, maybe it was because he was more willing to abandon himself. Jack wasn't able to reply, he just bucked as he groaned at the feeling, tensing up against that mouth, squeezing his hands. "Stop....baby...stop...you're going to make me come." Jack warned drunk on the feeling.
== WEYLEN ==
Weylen popped off him and slowly shifted back up to him, his lips brushing on Jack's again. "fuck.. that was hard to stop..." He chuckled his lips, brushing on Jack's neck again his teeth just gently grazing his skin. He loved seeing him enjoy himself, especially when this was something still so new to them as a couple there was something intense about that. There were so many things to try and see how they both reacted to that stimulation. It was hard to stop when he wanted to see him fall apart for him. His hand still tethered to his and gave a gentle squeeze, one of reassurance as he kissed him deeply pulling on that lip he'd been biting on earlier.
== JACK ==
"Mhhh....same..." he smiled, admitting the same problem was quite funny in his head, but that thought disappeared when Weylen captured his lips again. This was something he for sure grew used to by now, how well Weylen conveyed his emotions through the way he kissed him. It was almost too much, making him moan into the kiss. No way to cool down here, he lifted his leg rubbing it against his hip to link it over his waist, while a hand took hold of the arm holding him up. He flipped them over in a quick motion, pressing Weylen between him and the mattress. Linking both their hands, he brought them above Weylen's head, effectively trapping him under him. "You kissing me should be illegal..." he whispered a short distance from his lips, not connecting them just yet. He moved so both their erections would brush against each other. "Where did you put the lube?"
== WEYLEN ==
He chuckled as Jack took over. Flipping them over, trapping him was new but he wouldnât argue. "Mmm but kissing you is my favorite..." He groaned as Jack rubbed them against each other that ache, he'd managed to ignore for a few minutes. "Fuucck.." he nodded to the bed side table. "Your side, drawer." He had to restrain himself from kissing him. "You are being a tease should be illegal."
== JACK ==
Jack smiled. "Guess we're both outlaws then." he kissed him quite chastely compared to previously and let go of him. He stretched himself to the nightstand to take the lube and a condom. "Is there a way you like to do this?" he asked as he scooted back to him.
== WEYLEN ==
He chuckled a little, "Guess so." He watched him move and the anticipation was almost too much. Weylen hadn't really even processed how this would feel and now he was thinking about it. "Just ah gently, itâs been a while.."
== JACK ==
Jack came to sit next to Weylen. " Okay. Come here. " he pulled him to him, so they would be half sitting against the headboard. Weylen turned to him. His hand wandered over his chest, down, but without putting any more simulation to that aching erection. He lifted Weylen's leg to rest on his thigh. Jack wanted them to be close and able to kiss while working to lose the muscles. A coated finger came to tease his entrance, slow circles with little pressure. Jack was taking his time. "You tell me what you need here..." he whispered against his lips and pushed the tip of his finger in slowly working his way to his knuckle.
== WEYLEN ==
He followed Jack's directions with an almost practiced ease to it, guess he could blame it on years being able to move in sync in the other aspects of life. He tried to calm the thrumming of his heart in his chest but that was a lost cause, he groaned softly at the feeling of Jack's touch. He genuinely didn't remember how long it'd been since the feeling made his breath hitch. What he needed felt like a foreign concept sometimes, but he knew that Jack meant it. "Fuck.." His breath shaky against Jack's lips, "that's good..." He kissed him softly, "Slow is..nice.." and a bit torturous but it was a torture he really didn't mind.
== JACK ==
"Slow we can do, just need you to relax into the touch. " Which was easier said than done, because well he still was very much aroused. However, they were in no rush. Jack worked on him slowly, waiting until he felt him loose enough to add more and slowly but surely stretch him. A slow hand motion, more akin to a massage to get him to welcome and relax under his touch. He was still looking at him, pecking his lips. "You okay?"
== WEYLEN ==
Relaxing was the hardest bit, he did his best to relax and ease into him. The addition caused another hitch in his breathing that eased into a moan as they kissed a little, "Mmmhmm.. very okay." He gripped the back of Jack's neck just a little to let him kiss him better. Making this one deeper, just a sweet reminder of how much he needed him.
== JACK ==
"Good..." Jack moaned into that kiss, mostly because he was projecting himself further, instead of his hand, how it would feel, just from seeing how Weylen was reacting to his fingers, how he would when he would be in him. It was almost too much, and he felt himself twitch. His hand moved a bit, angling it differently, fingers moving to stretch and ease the muscles. Remaining at a slow pace. He kissed Weylen again, tongue sliding along his.
== WEYLEN ==
Jack's shifted hand caught him off guard just a little bit. It was getting easy again and groaned as he was stretched, "fuck... jack." He managed to get out as they kissed again. Weylen's tongue matched his, moaning into it, his fingers curled into Jack's hair.
== JACK ==
His hand stilled just enough when it seemed too much to continue while pressing himself against Weylen. Part of him was growing impatient, the part not wanting to think, however he loved this, just them taking their time, pleasuring Weylen that way while keeping him comfortable. To test it, Jack moved his hand a little faster, see what that would give him as a reaction.
== WEYLEN ==
They were pressed so close together every movement felt better than the last. He bit on Jack's lower lip the need was getting some of the pent up need out. The quicker movement had him take a sharp breath in. "Fuck.. baby..." He rested his forehead against him and brushed his nose on him.
== JACK ==
Jack chuckled. "That good baby? huh ?..." he opened his hand just a little before coming back to what he was doing. "Do you feel ready for me ?" he asked after some more time just playing around, feeling that with each motion there was less resistance, he just wanted to confirm it with Weylen, as they were always on a yes means yes mentality and that wouldn't change now.
== WEYLEN ==
"Mhmmm" He chuckled against him, "Really good." He brushes his lips against his again. "Yes, god yes.." Weylen was enjoying this, he didn't mind taking their time, but fuck he was starting to feel needy. He appreciated the ask even though he was sure that jack could feel it.
== JACK ==
"Okay..." Jack could feel the anticipation choke him, he needed this as well, which surprised him though he did not voice or show it. Instead, he worked him a little bit more while kissing him before pulling his hand. Jack moved and cleaned his hand with some sanitizer and his t-shirt. Protection on, he lubed himself up. " How do you prefer to do this baby?"
== WEYLEN ==
He kissed his neck as Jack cleaned up, he could feel himself twitch. He bit Jack's lower lip, "I want to see you.." He shifted himself to straddle him, he brushed his lips on Jack's again and lifted a bit giving him room to shift and position under him.
== JACK ==
"Saddle up then, cowboy" Jack joked as he was seeing him choosing to climb on him. Given his sore back and leg, this was probably the best way to do this. He left his hand tease his entrance a bit before positioning himself and just holding it so Weylen could at his pace slide down on him. It took willpower to not buck forward. As he was entering him, he did not leave his eyes. "Fuck ...you feel good baby..." he gasped as the pressure building around him was sending waves of pleasure he had to control.
== WEYLEN ==
He started to sink onto to him, his breath shuttered out as he does. "Fuck..." He gripped Jack's shoulder as he took him fully. "So do you.... god.." He started to slowly move on him getting used to the feeling. It felt better than he ever could have thought it would. He bit his own lower lip, "Fuck baby.." He wanted to take is slow, but fuck he felt good and he just wanted more. The movement was slow and deliberate at first, but he knew he couldnât keep that pace long.
== JACK ==
Jack latched onto Weylens' chest, teasing the flesh there, coming up to nuzzle his face into his neck. This was new, but also so incredibly intimate, being connected like that, his rational mind knew was just nerves and hormones, but he felt consumed by how much he wanted this man. A feeling he did not have since Sasha, not at this intensity. His hands were caressing his sides, for now allowing him to control the pace, thought it was driving him crazy. He couldn't help himself and matched the pace by moving his hips at the same pace.
== WEYLEN ==
He threaded his fingers into Jack's hair, trying to ground himself. This was different than anytime he'd been with someone else they'd been together, but it hadn't held the same weight. With him the pleasure felt like a bonus to the intimacy. He kissed his cheek before the pace picked up to something steadier. Jackâs hips matching his pace, he kissed down his neck and moaned against his skin. The sound gently muffled but the undeniable sound of him uttering Jack's name.
== JACK ==
Jack 's breathing wad turning into heavy gasps, mixed with moans. The way Weylen was rocking his hips was making it very hard to hold back, but he wanted this to last as much as he could, which was quite a difficult task. His hands were kneading at his ass, as he was sucking the skin in that was at his collarbone. He did not really care if the mark he was leaving there would hurt or not. He needed another outlet for this. "Want more? " he whispered against his ear and kissed the spot just underneath it as he jerked his hips forward in a more forceful thrust.
== WEYLEN ==
He took a sharp inhale as Jack marked him good, not that he minded in the least. He couldn't even focus on that not when there was so much more to focus on. Jack's hands on his ass, the way he felt in him, the barely a whisper of his voice in his ear. He moaned louder than before at the thrust. "Fuck.. yes..." He managed to get out as he picked up the pace taking him a bit faster. His own erection twitching between them. "Fuck.. Jack..."
== JACK ==
"yeah....fuck ...Weylen..." Jack moaned. He grabbed his lips again, in a needy kiss this time, punctuated by shaky breathing and moaning. His hands came to hold on to Weylen's hips , he changed his angle a bit, to have more strength to roll into him, his thrusts faster and with more impulse. Only a few times before slowing down to make it last just a bit longer, loving how his lover was reacting to this. "Long can you last if I touch you ..." Jack smiled a bit out of breath against his lips, he was drunk on this pleasure, but this was new too, and he knew they both wouldn't hold this for much longer, but teasing was his trademark.
== WEYLEN ==
He kissed him back with equal need, he couldn't stop needing him even if he wanted to. The couple of faster thrusts had him gripping the back of Jack's neck and back. Slowing felt like agony, but he wanted this to last as long as they could, but he was in a loosing battle. "I wont.." He got out between heavy breaths, "And you know that..." He chuckled a little, his teeth catching jack's lower lip between them and pulling. "Fucking tease..."
== JACK ==
"That, baby, we already established and you wanted to be worse...so now..." he let one of his hands glided between them, his hand closed around Weylen's shaft as he massaged the tip with his thumb. "You wanted to look at me, then look at me...baby..." he used the moment to connect their lips, tongue sliding in, messy as he started moving again, not holding back anymore , his hand holding Weylen matching his need to see him come undone.
== WEYLEN ==
He groaned as his hand took him and teased again. How Weylen survived Jack's teasing was a fucking miracle most days, the one man that made him blush and become putty in his hands with a touch. His tongue fought with Jack's, moaning and moving with him. Weylen's grip on his back tightening again, needing to hold him, he moaned around Jack's tongue as they kissed. He really didn't last long, too much all at once and fuck he'd needed a release. He only broke the kiss to moan his name again as he came undone.
== JACK ==
The pressure building around him as Weylen came and seeing his boyfriend come undone was enough for Jack to reach his climax as well after 2-3 additional thrusts. He continued to stroke him just as he was moving his hips still in some little jerks as he was riding out that blissful state. Forehead against Weylen's , eyes somewhat close, while biting his own lip. He needed a moment. He kissed him softly, whining a bit into the kiss. "That was some A plus riding, baby....good job." he whispered against his lip, back to being more cuddle as he pressed his face against his, tracing then with his lips a path to his neck and back.
== WEYLEN ==
The shutter that went up his spine as Jack came, his hips moving with him as they came down from it all. He kissed him softly and traced his fingers in Jack's hair as the rested their foreheads together. "fuck babe.."Â His hand at his back gently stroking him and trying to help them both settle back down. He brushed a kiss on his cheek, "Mmm you were amazing..." Weylen kissed softly against him his heart rate starting to slow as the bliss started to ebb away.
== JACK ==
As he calmed down, still slightly moving his pelvis and catching his breath, he held Weylen safely against him. Jack smiled and huffed when Weylen praised him, he did not like it, not a bit so he deflected to just being a bit embarrassed. He held Weylen tighter, head going into his neck as he breathed him in. There was that particular scent, he could not really define it. "I love you, baby. "he whispered in his neck. He was happy to just say stay like that for a moment. Just because he felt a certain type of way. His pleasure had been great, he came hard, he loved it, but the mood in this down had shifted a bit, not as much as last time, he just seemed clingy.
== WEYLEN ==
He held him tightly; he ran his hand along Jack's back as they eased slightly. Weylen's fingers played with his hair, "I love you, Jack." He brushed his lips on his neck he just wanted to hold him for as long as he'd let him. He let his head rest on his, his heart rate slowed, and his breathing eased. He didn't want to move, but they would need too. "Lets cuddle hmm?" He brushed his lips on his cheek, "I just want to hold you.."
== JACK ==
"Okay..." he hummed against his skin, but at first made no attempt to move. He simply didn't want to, nor leave Weylen. He was great like this, though the position was not the most comfortable to keep. He helped Weylen off of him, sliding out still with his. "Just a bathroom detour." he informed him and scooted out of the bed and waltzed with his crutch to the bathroom. He disposed of the condom, cleaned himself up and came back with a washcloth soaked with warm water and a towel. He enjoyed after care maybe more sometimes. "You're not in any other discomfort than the one you should be feeling right? " he asked as he gently passed the cloth to clean him and patted the skin dry. He took hold of his t-shirt and just threw the towel bundle to the side as he slid back in Weylen's arms, pulling the covers with him.
== WEYLEN ==
He kissed his shoulder, lips just barely brushing on his skin. Weylen shifted to lean back against the headboard, watching him as he got up. The loss of him there was almost painful, he just wanted him close again. He reached out gently playing with Jack's hair as he cleaned up Weylensâ body. "No other discomfort." Once Jack was done, he moved to lay down properly and opened his arms to him. Wrapping around him and pulling him tight to his chest again. "Thatâs better." He kissed Jack's forehead, before nuzzling him. "How are you feeling?"
== JACK ==
Jack pressed himself against Weylen, while the tightness in that pull was not lost on him, he did just come as close as he could. A leg over Weylen's thigh, his hand on his chest, his chin resting on his shoulder. "I don't know." Jack replied honestly. "Not bad, not good, not tired, just here now. A bit ...whiplashed you could say." he pinched his lips to the side. "It is...getting easier to focus just on you. "
== WEYLEN ==
He nuzzled his face into Jack's neck and hummed, "It was a bit.. spur of the moment." He chuckled a little, he wouldn't admit that being told that Jack was focusing on him made him feel good. "We can stay like this for as long as we want." Weylen was in no hurry to move or do anything but just be with him, this was another massive change in what they'd already had. It was nice to just bask in the comfort of it.
== JACK ==
"Spur of the moment, is that what we call it now? " Jack just let his hand roam slowly, the chest, the arm, a finger on his jaw line. He moved to be able to kiss him and lay his cheek against his chest. "You know... that banana pudding is really like the one my grandma does. She gave you the recipe, didn't she ? When I was a boy, it was really one of the things to really keep me immobile and not all over the place. I'm sure she told you all about that too, didn't she?"
== WEYLEN ==
His smile spread across his face as he spoke and nodded, "Yeah, she did." Pressing a soft kiss against his skin, "Mhmm, I didn't even have to impress her. Which was kinda nice." Meeting his mother had been a whole other hell but his grandma had been sweet. He at least knew where some of the things he loved about Jack came from her. "I almost have the recipe memorized now, but I also have multiple written copies."
== JACK ==
Jack blinked. He was grateful for the woman who had raised him, she was his mother, and he was humbly grateful that she approved of Weylen. "She does not give her secrets that easily, you're quite special."Â The more Weylen took him from his bubble, and created this for them, with still giving him space but also putting things that Jack associated to home in it, that bubble, Weylen, was becoming his home. That thought made his whole body shudder, he wasn't sure why, what it remembered that he did not at that moment. "What...what else did she give you? " he asked trying to ignore it and focus on their conversation.
== WEYLEN ==
"She told me as much, I promised I would not share it with anyone outside the family so Iâve been very hush hush." He thought back to the little stack of index cards he had stashed in their kitchen now. That was still something that made him smile every time he thought too long about it, their place, their bed, their not his. "A bunch of your favorites couple pies and I think two cobblers. To saw our recipe box is heavily desserts would be accurate between your grandmother and mine."
== JACK ==
Jack listened and his heart clenched even more. He didn't know why, if it was because of how wholesome it was or if it was because of how heartbroken he felt at the same time. He masked it, he didn't want to ruin another moment, not again. He refused to go there, he didn't want to go there, not after what they had. Weylen deserved something without drama or tears or him being difficult. So he just remained immobile, caressing his chest. "That's nice." he whispered and half-faked a yawn. "What are you going to try next?"
== WEYLEN ==
"I might dare to try your grandma's cobbler, or mineâs pecan pie. It's a hard pick." He leaned over kissing his forehead, he was so comfortable the yawn didn't help. There was something poking at the back of his mind but he wasn't about to go poking it. He was too deep into just enjoying the moment. "I know you'd prefer the cobbler so might try that." His finger carding in his hair again.
== JACK ==
Jack focused his eyes on just his fingers tracing invisible patterns on Weylen's chest. "You know...you don't need to always cater to me. I know you ...like doing it and making things for me, but ...you rarely do for yourself. "he paused, he shouldn't be Weylen's entire world, but maybe that was his own fault. He shivered at the touch in his hair, his nervous system still being quite easily responsive to touch.
== WEYLEN ==
"I know, it's more fun to have people enjoy the stuff I make other than me." He didn't really need much, though he'd been told repeatedly that he needed to take better care of himself. Which he was getting better about but hadn't fully gotten good at yet. "I'm a little nervous to try any of them incase I fuck up a family classic or it doesn't taste right." He chuckled a little, "But gotta do it sometime. They're not exactly popular here."
== JACK ==
"There is no family classic..." Jack admitted, his voice a bit more detached or tired. It could be both. He closed his eyes. "Who fucking cares, just do it to bring yourself joy. Pudding and pie are popular everywhere...pretty sure ..."
== WEYLEN ==
He kissed his forehead, "Thank you for reminding me." He would deal figure that mess out when it came time to bake again. "Nap?" Yawning himself since jack had started it.
== JACK ==
"No nap, 6 hours sleep." Jack whispered, just preferring to let sleep come than think more. That night shift plus this, plus the massage just really had tire him and if he wanted to not go down a rabbit hole, closing his eyes and listening to Weylen's breathing and heartbeat was all he needed.
== WEYLEN ==
"Mm right sleep. Goodnight baby." He let his hand trail on Jacks side; he kept him close letting his own eyes slide shut and just enjoy the comfort of him. He certainly would never tire of having him against him. It doesnât take long till heâs asleep to hopefully dreamless sleep.
They couldn't save everyone.
That was one of the first lessons Robby had taught her during her time in nurse training at this very ED. No matter how hard they tried, sometimes they lost the race against time and adversities, but that never got easier. Every dead patient was someone's child, parent, loved one. They would leave a gaping hole in someone else's life with their absence and those people wouldn't care about how hard they had tried to save them. What mattered was that their loved one was gone.
They had certainly not been able to save the young man in trauma 3, who had bled out faster than they could even find the source of the bleeding. Severed arteries were almost always a death sentence if the person wasn't five steps away from the next medical provider, because the bleeding was so profound and so devastatingly quick that even once they got to a hospital, it was most often too late. The room looked like a massacre had happened in there and yet Wanda had left the clean up to Mateo and a new student nurse the second she had seen Jack walk out. It was that specific look on his face that told her to follow him immediately and not wait until he came back after a shower.
Wanda ripped her disposable scrubs and gloves off as she walked a few paced behind him, throwing them in a nearby trashcan. The covers had not kept the flood of blood at bay and so her actual scrubs were stained, so were her shoes. Cleaning that could wait, however, until she had checked in with Jack. She gave him a head start, just to see if he would take a shower right away, or allow himself a breather first. Turning around a corner, she found him sitting in front of the staff showers, eyes fixed on his bloody hands. "Are you okay?", she asked, knowing fully well that was not the case, but still polite not to immediately go with her gut feeling. Nonetheless, she saw that her words didn't register at all and his gaze remained blank, which was never a good sign.
Wanda didn't know what memories the blood might have triggered for him. Perhaps his time in war zones in the middle east, perhaps the hospital shooting they all narrowly survived months prior - it didn't matter, really. What mattered was that she could see him spiral. "Hey", she muttered and knelt down in front of him, taking his hands in hers despite the blood. "Look at me. We're going to clean you up, okay? You're okay. Come on, I'll help you", Wanda said gently, reaching out to cup his face. "You're with me, you're save. It's okay."
Caught literally red handed, Jack sighed. "Yeah...I'm okay...I'm okay." It was only a half lie. It wasn't this particular event that was heavy on his mind. The ED for the most part brought him comfort. He could however not deny that he had slipped away a bit more than he liked to admit. Wanda had picked up on that. She was good at that, anticipating when he was getting stuck or into his past.
He didn't like to worry her like that, part of it was because of pride, another was that he still struggled with appearing weak or well, vulnerable, especially here at work. Jack knew that all of these questions and doubts, Wanda did not care about, however he did and it weighed on him right now.
As she asked for his attention again, he locked eyes with her, as she knelt and took his hands. Thinking was exhausting him right now, that much was true, and giving her the control to just exist for a few minutes, it was tempting, really tempting. Jack was looking at her with an apologetic look, not for himself, not for her, but because he was putting her through this again. He wished things were different but this was part of their relationship, of who he was, as much as he hated it.
He added contact made him pinch his lips to the side, he was still conflicted, but his thoughts had drifted away from triggers and were on her and how to shield her from them. It was a farce of course, there was no shielding anyone. Jack nodded. "Sounds like a plan. " he agreed though his voice carried a certain type of resignation that had a hint of sarcasm in it.
He wished he could make a joke about the showers, but he was just too tired to think of one or want to be cracking jokes right now. This was sometimes how their privacy looked like, and since no one was around, he allowed it, because she was there with him, providing that hint of safety he really never knew how to seek or feel.
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"I really am liking it here. I can tell it's going to be hard but I think I can handle it. I hope so anyway because I really do enjoy being here." Sejanus tells him with a nod. He had been through plenty of other rotations during years three and four of medical school. Nothing had stuck with him quite like his emergency department rotation had.
He looks at the baby then back at Jack. "My mother would love you for saying that. She's been asking when I'll give her grandkids." Like you didn't need to meet someone and settle down first. He couldn't even date but here she was dreaming of grandkids. He looks at Jack and smiles. "By that logic she could go home with you. Do you have any kids, Doctor Abbot?"
"If you feel at home, that's a good start. This place however can become addictive if you let it. So it's really all about balance. Don't let anyone talk you in picking up shifts for them. Next thing you know, you're the designated guy."
Was that what happened during his residency, maybe. Jack put his hands behind his back and gave an amused smile. "I'm sure she means well. " Jack made a face. "I do, a daughter. So if I take that little girl home, that's dangerous territory, with her and my significant other. "
Allison lets out a soft snort at the attendings mischief. "Right, of course, Schrodinger's joke." It's kind of fun, being on this side of things. Being the patient and being able to see how Abbot works without her brain being more focused on her own job.
Of course the whole thing isn't going to be enjoyable. She scrunches her nose as he begins to poke and prod her affected shoulder, even though she knows he's being gentle. "Yeah, I can feel that " A quick exhale, then on to the other questions. "Not crazy often, but it's definitely not the first time. Anterior dislocation, no numbness, but it's starting to get sore."
She tips her gaze toward the computer in the corner; even off the clock she's tempted to assist with chart work. But she pushes down the urge, a wry grin dimpling her cheeks as she turns back to Abbot. "I'm hypermobile, ehlers danlos. So dislocations and subluxations are kind of normal for me. Though normally I can pop 'em back into place on my own."
That is all Jack needed to know. A first timer was not traited the same way as someone used to it and especially someone who was hypermobile. The night attending did not go around asking his nurses what their medical file looked like, so this was new information. Thouigh he did recall some party tricks she mentioned in a conversation in passing.
"Gotcha. Well that's gonna be an easy one then. Scoot a bit forward. I know what's coming, but I need you to just breath in and out. Relax your shoulders and neck. " he guided her and took her arm by the elbow. "breath in ...aaand ouut..." While she was doing so, he turned the arm getting it a bit looser and pulled. As she breathed out, he made a quick motion and popped it back in. Immediatly he brought her arm back to her in an an 90° angle. "You good? " he asked , mainting her arm just for stabilization.
Maybe it is messed up that she likes that people assume she's here because she's Hawkeye. A roof top is where the sniper would be. This is the place they would expect to find a hawk. It raises no alarm bellsâŠand she likes that.Â
The city is pretty from up here, at least Kate thinks so. She would rather be watching the city lights than dealing with the phone that won't stop chiming. Elbows on the railing, she leans against it as she watches the string of messages flick up on the screen.
[Eleanor: You couldnât call? Couldnât send a card? Nothing?]
[Eleanor: It's his birthday, and I know he acts like he is not a big deal but fuck you]
[Eleanor: You are actually the worst Katherine]
[Eleanor: You donât care about this family]
[Eleanor: Selfish.]
She just wants some peace.Â
Some time where there are no demands on her, where people donât want things, where they donât ask for her to solve their problems or find things and people. A few moments where she doesnât have to be anything for anyone. Kate thinks that is selfish in some ways, but she wants to be selfish for a moment, and while she would rather be on her own, Jack's silence is one of the few things she would tolerate right now.Â
Kate even tolerates the quiet side hug, then welcomes it as she leans into it. Swallows the lump in her throat and swipes the messages to the left, ridding her lock screen of them and then letting go of the phone, letting it dangle off the wrist strap.Â
As usual, it takes what feels like an eternity for her to say something. Words are picked carefully, her feelings picked out and then tempered, for she feels she must make them palatable for others. Like the edge must be sanded off and the feelings dampened so they do no unintended damage.Â
âYou know what it is like, to wake up one day and realise this isnât how a family is meant to beâŠâ she wonders if he does. Most people donât. Itâs come to her attention that most people have quite average families, and then it occurred to her of course they do, that is why it's average. âEveryone thinks they knowâŠeverything about it.â Hell, her family had been on the cover of too many newspapers for people to think otherwise. âSo when you leave and never come back, they ask what is wrong with youâŠ.rather than why you did it.â
The more time he spent with her, the more he understood just how similar they were on certain things. Roofs were not only for birds, they were for people needing to exist outside of the organized chaos that was society.
Quietly looking at the screen, he realized that those words were so family, other name, older face, same intent. There is a certain sadness in realizing that the cycle always repeated itself. That some people should just not be parents and that the notion of family was over done.
Maybe it is because he had seen it so many times, had held so many kids from broken ways of life, that he did put an arm around her shoulders. Forcing her to remember that she was not alone, and that Jack didn't see her as anything but what she wanted to be with him.
He'd hold her for as long as she needed or wanted to be held. As she spoke, he rubbed her arm before letting go of her and putting his elbow back on the railing. His eyes went over the city. "I do actually. " he admitted. He played with his wedding band and shook his head. "My parents didn't want me. " he stated bluntly and made a face resembling a shrug.
"Yet I was kept around and was taught to just feel guilty for existing, like it was somehow my fault they made me." he scoffed. "Took me to leave for the army and meet my husband to realize that family is not meant to be a game of who can gaslight the other the best." he paused and balanced a bit to get weight of his leg. "It's been ...30 years since I really spoke to my mother... still think her life was ruined because of me..." Jack taped the railing. "Your dad and her would get along great...really great social experiment to watch."
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Jack had frozen. This had seemingly come out of nowhere. Hands now cupping his face, the familiar tingling sensation of his beard, the taste of coffee and gum. His body pressed against his, the familiar weight of it. The way his lips pressed against his, demanding this to happen,, to last, soft. A quiet plea.
His own hands came to rest on his hips and in a moment of weakness he reciprocated that kiss. It felt right, and agonizingly so. A deja vu of some sort, only one that should not have happened.
His hands squeezed the fabric, this was intoxicating, this was a pull he hardly could deny because it taped in all that remained of them. When memories clashed with actions.
There was nothing more terrible than something right happening at the wrong time. That kiss, as bold as it was to be happening in this parking lot, was breaking his heart all over. Mostly because of what he had to do. He detached himself from Robby, pushing him away by his wrists. "We can't " he whispered and looked up at him. Eyes saying something else than what his words were conveying. "We can't you know that." he repeated and hated how that sounded.
It had been months of bickering and drifting away, until they just ceased to be really that way together. And then they moved on, at least that was the lie they told each other. "We're not together anymore, Michael. " there was an acidic taste to these words. He put his hands on his chest. "And you have someone else now." he added and while his whole being screamed to pull him in, he pushed him further to be able to not be trapped between his truck and him. The awkwardness was lingering, he knew it. And maybe this time he was the one fleeing the scene as he opened the truck door. "See you tomorrow."
"But , are you sure you can be alone? I can stay, get you what you want when you ask." Tessa argued. "Baby." He rolled towards her and took her face between his hands. "I'm fine. Besides, leave the worrying to me and your father, okay? You go enjoy a shopping spree with auntie Iggy and not worry. " " But.." "No buts." Jack understood the fear that this whole stabbing situation had created. It had really impacted everyone around him.
He was healing well, still a bit weak, but he was following his doctors' orders, confirmed by his other doctors' orders, confirmed by his other other doctor's orders, made sure they were really taking place by his nurse's control. However, Tessa was clingy, she was going the extra mile to do chores, be next to him. Jack didn't want that, she needed to just be a little girl, well pre-teen at this stage. "Go get your things and take my card...go wild, princess. " Tessa made a face, lips to the side, but agreed and kissed him on the cheek before disappearing.
He looked up at Iggy. That little mall trip would do her also good, he had a feeling. "Please don't let her explode the card, I have great credit." he joked, but really didn't care. "And age appropriate stuff, please, no mini tank tops and skirts or make up or pierci - " His dad talk was turned short by Iggy just agreeing and kissing the top of his head.
He cocked an eyebrow at that. Okay, someone was taking advantage of the fact that he was in a wheelchair right now, and he did not mind. Tessa came back and was dragged away by her aunt. "Bye dad." it was echoed by Iggy saying just the same thing. Leaving Jack with a headshake and a smile.
