#exhaution

-Whumptober day 23-

Exhaustion

So sorry this took so long friend! This is honestly interesting to me. I don’t always think about it because I always write Jack as not truly caring that he has so much weight on his shoulders, so he doesn’t ever let it get the better of him, but he totally has to have some kind of limit.

This is a short little scene (hopefully one more to come)

Jack: 20

Crutchie: 15

Race: 7

Race is on his back. If there was one thing Jack could focus on, it was the fact that his baby brother was up on his back.

It was getting harder and harder to continue moving forward. But he couldn’t stop now. Race was falling asleep on his back.

He loved it when Race fell asleep on his back. The boy would nuzzle his little nose into the crook of Jack’s neck and start softly snoring. Crutchie loved to snap pictures of that. Jack would never stop him. His brothers were so darn cute it wasn’t fair.

But right now, Charlie was almost a block ahead of him. And Jack was having trouble stopping himself from leaning heavily on the walls beside him.

It was late. He needed to get the boys to bed. He needed to get their lunches packed for the next day. He needed to finish the laundry and make sure the boys brushed their teeth and washed up before bed. Race needed to take a bath.

His dance recital had run late.

It had to be close to ten. He loved watching Race dance. The boy was never happier doing anything else. He loved watching Crutchie have a sort of job at those kinds of things. He got paid to be the kids’ photographer. He loved nights like tonight. He loved it when Miss Medda gushed about how Tyler was one of the three little boys who continued on with dancing and how she loved to see him working so hard.

He loved it.

But he couldn’t help the feeling of wanting to leave. Of wanting to go home. Of wanting to sleep. He felt guilty. His brothers were happy. And he was too. But he couldn’t be happy at that moment.

He knew there were bags under his eyes. He knew his legs were shaking. He knew there was an ache in his stomach and a pain in his chest. He knew it was a cool night and he was still sweating like it was the middle of summer. He felt nauseous. His arms felt weak. His eyes were hardly open.

But he kept going. He had to keep going. His little brother was falling asleep on his back.

He had to get him home.

It was only a ten minute walk from the subway back home.

Why did this ten minutes feel like a lifetime?

It took far too long for Jack to realize that Crutchie had turned back. That the reason it was taking him so long is that he’d stopped moving. His hand was on the brick wall beside him. “Jackie?” his brother asked. “Are you alright?”

Jack’s head spun. He felt Racer shift on his back and a hand came down on his arm. “Bubba?”

He had to get Racer bathed. He had to make sure the kids brushed their teeth. He had to finish the laundry. He had to pack lunches. He had to check his work schedule for Jacobi’s and then the bar. Jacobi would kill him if he was late again. Weasel would fire him if he missed a shift. He could afford it.

Their social worker was doing a follow up with them on Monday. He had to clean the apartment.

“Jack, do I need to call somebody?” Charlie sounded panicked. “Jackie?”

“Crutchie, what’s happenin’?!” Tyler sounded like he was crying.

Jack’s knees hurt. Since when was he on the ground?

He felt the weight on his back get heavier. Tyler cried out. And Jack fell down to his hands and knees.

There was a sharp pain in his chest. He clutched at it, trying to magically make it go away. His eyes were squeezed shut. It hurt to breathe.

“Ch-Charlie…” he managed to force out. “T-Take him…”

Charlie did so without hesitation. “Jack, do I need to call an ambulance?!”

Jack couldn’t answer him. His head was pounding with every word his brother was shouting. Instead, he fell all the way to the ground, his side hitting the pavement as he rolled onto his back and found himself staring up at the bright streetlights. So he closed his eyes.

That’s when he felt small, frantic hands on his chest. “Jackie, wake up! Wake up!”

“Tyler! Tyler, stop!” Charlie cried, trying to hold the boy back. Jack tried to reach up for his baby brother’s hand, but he was fading fast. He was trying to fight it as best he could.

It was all too much.

“I need an ambulance! M-my brother! He passed out on the sidewalk! Please, I don’t know what’s wrong with him…” Charlie’s voice faded as the darkness came to swallow Jack whole.

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