#writingsonsaturn

But it was so hard. Robby came into your eyesight with a soft smile, one that you could very clearly see through — the worry that had settled itself behind his eyes was enough.

"You're gonna be okay, just keep looking at me." He spoke calmly, hand gently combing through your hair. Talking to you about his day as he normally would, like this was an average conversation between them, Jack's best friend and his, now, very injured wife.

His voice only starting to raise at the image of your eyes rolling, as you tried to mumble apologies about how hard it was to keep your eyes open.

The void had faded in, and you were now floating in an endless abyss

"Shit!" Robby cursed, normally he wouldn't step in on a procedure his students and the other medical staff could learn on, but this was you.

Jack was pacing outside the room, the limp obvious with irritation but it was the least of his worries. It had all happened so suddenly, you two were giggling on the way home — singing some song on the radio when a car t-boned the passenger side, your side.

He had walked out with minor injuries, a mild concussion, whiplash, and bruised ribs. You on the other hand got the brunt of everything, including a piece of the other cars windshield sticking through your torso.

"Baby!? Oh fuck me, fuck!" He cursed as he saw the way your body had been mutilated, he called 911 the moment he found his phone before assessing your injuries. This wasn't a new situation to him, the haste that was required in combat medicine had taught him well — his lack of resources was what seemed to be hurting him.

His hand reached over to feel your pulse, releasing a heavy sigh of relief when he felt the thumps against his fingertips.

"Y/n, honey, need you to open your eyes for me." The words caressed the air in a panic, pleading with you to follow his voice back. He noticed your eyelids start to flutter and your face scrunch up in pain, Jack couldn't stand it but at least you were alive.

"My head- Jack?" He heard your fragile voice reach for him, closing his eyes for a split second before attending to you. "I'm here, I'm here sweetheart, try not to move too much." Jack didn't know weather to inform you of the comically large piece of glass sticking out of your abdomen, hoping you would be easier to keep calm without understanding the extent of your injuries.

Right now the only thing you could process enough was the pounding in your head, Jack's voice, and the buzzing noise around the car.

Jack kept patting the side of your face, attempting — with little success — in keeping you awake, he starting talking about that new restaurant you two had a reservation for on Tuesday, or how he was finally taking some much needed time off in April to spend a few weeks wrapped in comfortable clothes and reading books with each other on the couch.

You tried, you really did but the pain became unbearable, compromising your being with its every power. Your husband kept you from complete unconsciousness all the way up until you began coding in the trauma room.

The tension in the ER dramatically increased when your heart stopped beating, simultaneously being silent and brain-numbingly loud all at once. Jack was stood outside the glass doors watching as resuscitation efforts started up, dissociated while they pushed epinephrine and pushed away the moment any heart rhythm was detected and you were hastily pushed up to the OR.

Dana had Jack sitting in the on-call room, quietly observing him for any life threatening injuries.

"It was all my fault." He whispered, a croak from the back of his throat coming out.

"Shh, no it wasn't, don't think like that." Dana soothed, her maternal love showing through with her words. Jack's whole body began to shake, the shock wearing off and the cold catching up to him.

Jack flinched when Dana's fingers pushed passed his — likely broken — ribs, "Alright, I'm gonna get you scheduled for a CT, you've got a pretty nasty head wound up here, and I know that wife of yours would kill me if she found out I let you wallow without a making sure you were okay first." She lightened the mood with hope, feeding it into Jack's brain before heading to the nurses station to get him sorted.

Robby continued compressions while sweet dripped down his forehead, they had pushed epinephrine twice already and got the same result of the haunting flat sound. He refused to stop till every effort possible was preformed.

"Come on, kid, don't do this." Robby whispered, breathes coming out hard. His hands pushing down 2 inches before springing back up — he already felt the crack of your ribs beneath him.

"Stop compressions!"

The silence was deafening, you could hear the churn of the physicians stomachs as they waited for something, anything.

Seconds pass, right as Robby was gearing up for another round of compression the loud, piercing sound of a beeping heart penetrated the thick tension in the room. Everyone allowed themselves a sigh of relief before getting right back into making sure your heart stayed beating, Garcia began prepping you for the OR, Robby secured your intubation tube, and Princess began calling for more O Neg while they wheeled you up and into surgery.

Jack saw as they rushed you toward the elevator, his whole body nearly shut down at the sight of you being rolled out.

That means your alive. Alive enough to be taken for surgery.

Robby walked over to Jack and yanked him into a hug, holding Jack up while his knee gave out beneath him.

"It's your turn to be looked after, brother."

Hours passed, Jack had been stitched and scanned. You were being ripped apart in a sterile room while he was sitting on the roof, not understanding why this was happening to him, why he wasn't allowed happiness and stability. You were supposed to be alive, in bed next to him and rubbing your insanely cold feet on his skin while talking about anything that popped into your brain.

He allowed himself to smile at that image of you in his head, the way you would giggle when he would respond with a half-awake grunt before you would kiss his chest and finally close your eyes with the sound of his heartbeat singing you to sleep like the perfect lullaby.

Jack stared at the sky for a while longer, waiting for the text that you were stable and out of surgery. Robby had to force him away from the thought of watching you in the observation deck, telling him 'he didn't need to see her like that' but in his head it was the only fair outcome. If you die he should have to be there for it, this was on him, he deserved every bit of hurt that was thrown upon him.

"Please baby, please be okay." He whispered out a sobbed into his hands.

Robby walked slowly up the stairs to the roof to meet Jack, rehearsing the best way to tell him all your injuries, wondering how he was going to look in his eyes while telling him that you weren't out of the woods yet. Robby opened the roof door to find jack hugging himself tight and praying to something Robby was she Jack didn't believe in.

"Jack?" Robby called out gently, trying not to startle the man breaking down in front of him.

"I-Is she okay?" He asked immediately, roughly wiping the tears off his cheeks in swift movements.

"Let's go see her, yeah?"

Robby explained the extent of your injuries while walking him to the room you lay unconscious in, Jack watched you through the doorway for a little while, working up the courage to really see you. The only way he could see you was as a doctor and not as your partner, the monitors, all the beeping, the statistics of all your injuries and the outcome of each.

He wished he could just turn it off. To just be with you.

Jack moved with a limp to your bed, his achy bones finally catching up to him as he sat down next to you and pulled your hand into his. Kissing it gently, his tears catching your cold bruised skin.

"How's she doin'?" Shen asked, not as a doctor but as a friend of them both. Once word got around day shift, it had quickly tumbled over to night shift and caused frantic worry about their attending and his wife.

"Good, her stats were great throughout the night, she's strong." Jack answered routinely, arms crossed heavily over his broad chest while trying to stretch as best he could. Shen nodded in acknowledgment, finishing up the last of the wound care. "Of course she's strong, how else would she handle being married to you?" Shen joked and silently patted himself on the back when he got a small smile out of Jack.

"You need anything before I head back down?"

"Nah man, thank you."

"Anytime, text me if you need someone, okay?"

Jack nodded, give Shen a final wave. and left Jack alone again with you.

For a while Jack just watched you, the way your chest rose and fell automatically with the help of the intubation tube helped calm the nerves churning his stomach. One of the ICU doctors said you would likely be on the ventilator for a few days because of the respiratory distress you were under.

Now after three days you had begun to breath over your tube, meaning you would soon be extubated. Jack was forced to go home, shower, and get a new pair of clothes before it happened, Robby said you would prefer him not smelling like the gasoline that will leave you both traumatized for years to come — and Jack didn't have the energy to argue with that, nor the ability to since Robby was right.

Robby had to swear up and down he would stay right there next to until Jack got back, even going as far as telling Jack he wouldn't even piss until Jack was next to you again.

Thankfully, Jack agreed.

Ellis drove Jack to his house, considering Jack's truck had been totaled, and sat in the living room waiting for him to finish up — which he did rather quickly — and drive them both back to the hospital.

"She's gonna be okay, Jack, she's a fighter." Ellis spoke firmly in the quiet of the car.

"I know." Jack agreed, but Ellis could tell in the way his throat constricted that he didn't believe her sentence in full. Of course you were a fighter, you always have been, always had to be — but what if you didn't want to fight anymore? Jack wasn't sure he could be upset at that.

He knew you were tired. But that selfish part of him wanted you to keep going, no matter what, and he hated himself for it.

Robby sat there for about 45 minutes, talking to you about the shift like he usually would when he came over for dinner, you would cook for you three every Saturday both of them were off and would have a family movie night. Robby didn't have many people in his life, so he held on to the two of you tightly.

It was killing him slowly every time he would speak and was only met with silence coming back to him, you were one of the most chatty people he knew. Not getting your enthusiastic reply, or kind words about how he did everything he could on the patient who came in, and sometimes it's just their time to go.

You had a way with words that healed both Jack and Robby in ways they didn't know they needed healed, you were the sister Robby never got, and the wife Jack never thought he deserved.

Jack came in with still slightly damp hair, "the doc should be here soon."

Robby assisted in the extubation, double checking all the monitors to ensure a smooth removal. Jack held your while his other gently caressed your head, his thumb moving back and forth on your forehead in comforting motions.

"Breath sounds are good bilaterally," Your Doctor said confidently, giving Jack a reassuring smile before checking on a few more things, "she should wake up soon, Abbot."

"Thanks." Jack gave the man a pat on the back while he walked out, Robby planted a kiss on your forehead and a big hug to Jack.

"Call me when she wakes up, breaks over."

"I will, man, thank you," Jack responded as he watched Robby walk out.

Jack decided he would work on some overdue paper work while waiting for your pretty eyes to resurface so he could look in them again, tell you how much he loved you and how sorry he was that you suffered this much.

The clock continued to tick as he began to worry about you not waking up, it had been hours and the stack of paperwork due was done. His eyes started dropping as he waited and soon enough his head was resting on the side of your bed, hand slotted with yours right where it was supposed to be and fell asleep next to you. Dreaming of you, and all the things you deserve to have after this debacle.

You woke up with a groan and a pounding in your head, a warm feeling against your hand was the second feeling you noticed causing your eyes to squint open, just enough to investigate the sensation. Jack's fluff of curly hair was the first thing your blurry eyes attempted to focus on.

Blinking a few times you began to recognize where you were, the dimmed light above you lighting up the room you had been in for god-knows how long and all the memories came back to you in a flash. The pain, the screams, the awful smell of the leaking gasoline rushing over your senses.

Jack noticed the movement, his years in the military taught him how to sleep deep but wake up fast and ready the moment something changed.

"Honey?" He said in a hurry, shaking the sleep out of his brain, immediately becoming attentive to you.

"Ja-ck?" Your voice came out in a crack, obviously sounding scared.

"I'm right here baby, hey," Jack whispered, water blurring his vision.

His first immediate thought was that he needed to calm you down, keep your heart rhythm steady and your breaths even.

"Sweetheart, listen, we were in an accident, you are at PTMC but you're okay, we both are." Jack clarified what you already figured but it somehow made you feel better, and much more stable. Your breathing evened out and heartbeat became less of a pound and more of a gentle thump.

"Are you okay?" You asked, because of course you did.

He chuckled wetly, shaking his head.

"Yeah baby, I'm okay."

You beamed the best you could at him, glad to know the one not sitting in the hospital bed was perfectly intact. "Good, I would've been so mad if they messed up that beautiful face of yours," you joked. Jack was thankful to know you were still in the right mind and cracking jokes at the worst times possible.

After being checked on by nurses, the neurological team, the respiratory team, and a few other specialty doctors you were able to rest again. All the poking and prodding really did a number on you. Jack noticed and politely asked everyone to get out and let you recuperate, his hand gently resting atop your head.

"Get some sleep honey," Jack whispered.

"I think I've slept enough, doctor." Your joke rang through his ears, along with that simple laugh.

Your hands grabbed onto Jack's arm, desperately trying to reel him into bed with you, to give you a better pillow to rest your head on. "I don't want to hurt you, baby," he groaned, finding it hard to say no to your bruised face.

"You are the last person in the world who could ever hurt me, Jack." The look you gave him was knowing, if he didn't know any better he would think there was a speech bubble displaying all his thoughts above his head.

As always, you won the argument.

Jack slid in carefully next to you, his arm resting under your neck and your head digging into his chest while you fought to get comfortable. He rubbed your arms for a some time while you drifted off, you asked him to talk to you about everything you possibly missed in the three days you weren't conscious so he aimlessly explained any and all hot gossip he had read or overheard.

Little comments from you every few sentences before the only thing you were offering to the conversation were your snores, he watched you contently, the way your eyes moved under your eyelids as you dreamt of — hopefully — all good things.

Tim had a horrible day.

Punched in the face by a drunk man attempting to flee after crashing his car into a playground, which luckily had nobody near it. When Tim tried to arrest him, the man got combative and socked Tim right in the face.

At around four o'clock, Tim was trying to order a bite to eat hoping to get something in his system that would hold him off until dinner, but was rudely interrupted by a woman running down the road chasing a naked man. So, finally when Tim clocked out he was exhausted, and annoyed, wanting nothing more than you.

Tim wasted no time when he walked through the door, throwing his boots off and rushing to find you.

"Honey? You home?" He called out, unbuttoning his work shirt while heading towards your room.

"Shower!" You yelled back a reply.

Tim smirked to himself, there was nothing better then coming home to your fiancé already naked. He stripped the rest of his clothes and met you in the bathroom, opening the glass shower door.

His hands were on your body quickly, wrapping around you from behind and pulling you into him.

"Well hello." You giggled, his lips tickling your neck. The tension in his muscles eased immediately.

"I need you." Tim practically whined into your ear.

"I'm all yours."

With that, Tim's fingers trailed down toward your core.

"Already this wet, baby?"

"Have you seen what you look like?"

He beamed with giddiness at your compliment, guiding you to face him he kissed you passionately. Gently guiding you against the wall and hiking your leg up over his hip, the tip of his tongue liking your lip forcing you to open your mouth.

You reached between your hot bodies to grab his hard cock, giving it a few strokes before lining it up with your weeping hole. Tim thrusted up in you, both of you moaning in unison at the sensation.

"Oh- Jesus! I really needed this!" Tim groaned, hips moving quickly and with precision, delicately hitting your g-spot every time.

The steam from the hot water caused your senses to heighten, everything around you hot and sweaty. Aching and pulsing.

Tim was consistent with his thrusts, never letting up. His hand reached down to thumb at your clit.

"Come on baby, know you're close."

Tim had a rule of always making you come before him, it was considered a crime to him if you didn't. Your pleasure would always come before his, no matter the circumstances.

You came with a long exasperated moan, your voice triggering Tim to follow right behind you. His body stuttered as he came inside you, his head falling in the crook of your neck.

"God, I love you, thank you." He sighed, breathing heavy.

"Don't have to thank me, my love." You responded kissing the side of his head.

That night was something told to you repeatedly over the course of your life.

Your father walked into the room while your mother was nursing you, cradling your small body with a distant look in her eyes. Patting your back while the bed dipped to the weight of the man who would wreck your life forever, your sister recounted the yelling from that night to you a dozen times.

How your frail body was left in your crib for the rest of the night, screaming to be held. To be loved.

By the time the man had thrown his packed bags into his car and drove away, your mother was in the house rocking herself on the floor of the bathroom.

During the time the two of you were growing up, she never treated you differently. Never once blamed you for the decisions of another person, she taught you how to tie your shoes and brush your teeth well enough to prevent cavities — and on the night she was getting ready for her first date with the cute boy who asked her out during math class when you were twelve, helping her pick out the perfect dress and her putting the same lipstick on your face while telling you how beautiful you were.

Mia was your rock while your mom was the weight pulling you down. She got everything she wanted, and you hated yourself for how jealous you were of all the attention she got so effortlessly when you had to break your nails clawing for an ounce of the affection she got.

Naturally, the two of your grew apart. She left for college when you were thirteen and she didn't see you much unless there was a birthday or holiday for her to attend, she sent you cards with money attached to them but any other time it was radio silent.

Looking back on it you realized she was just escaping the grasp of your shared mothers hands in search of her own freedom, but it still hurt to look back on. Remembering the times you would come home just to be met with anger and disgust all pointed at you made your heart ache, in ways only a mother could make her child feel.

You were eager to leave the house when you got the acceptance letter for the University of Pittsburgh, barely sparing your mother the knowledge of it. She watched you leave with a cigarette in-between her fingers, but you never looked back.

Your years in college felt like a new world, a world where you felt truly cared about.

Although you weren't exactly into the night life of college, you did dabble in a few frat parties. After the party you and your best friend would walk to wawa just outside of campus to buy the salty sweet snacks you just happened to be craving, and talk about your futures. That was the night you decided what you wanted to do.

Next semester you decided pre-med was the way to go. Working your ass off day and night, crying hysterically when things felt to overwhelming. The day you graduated was one you'll never forget, it was magical.

You sister was there with her husband and new baby girl she had given birth to six months prior, and to your surprise so was your mom. Mia took you out to dinner to celebrate, especially the medical school acceptation, cheering that 'at least someone in the family will be important.' Everyone laughed the way they did when she made a joke, it was the first time you felt a part of the family.

As you finished off your story to Jack he looked at you full of admiration, you had expected pity. Instead he reached for your hand with a comforting grip, "You have turned into such a wonderful person, despite everything," Jack said in a tone that made you feel all warm and tingly.

"Thank you, Jack." You responded with a smile larger then the state of Texas.

Jack took quite the liking to you the moment you nervously stepped into the ER, you were quick to learn and so likeable. You remembered everything he told you, even the most minuscule details about how much creamer he put in his coffee, or his favorite gum.

He understood the problems that would occur if people found out the two of you were seeing each other, but he just couldn't help himself. Neither could you.

As of now, you were a forth year med student who was welcomed to stay in the pitt and start your residency in emergency medicine. Jack was hoping he could keep the secret of seeing you away from the nosy interns and nurses until you got the residency locked down.

The six months of dating had been fantastic, you two had finally began taking down each others walls and really getting into all the things that made you two into the people you are. Obviously the age gap had come up a few times, he was concerned he was too old for you, and you reassured him many times how he was perfect for you.

"Um, So I wanted to ask you something," you fiddled with your fingers anxiously.

Jack looked up at you with concern etched into his pupils, nodding his head as a way of telling you to go on.

"Do you want to come to thanksgiving with me tomorrow? It will just be my mom, Mia, her husband and three kids, and well, my moms husband." You finished your question with a clearing of your throat.

"Of course, doll. I can't let you fend for yourself out there, now can I?" He joked lightly, causing the tension in your shoulders to lift away.

The rest of the dinner went as expected, you talking about the patient who nearly took your head off when explaining that he would need to cut back on the beer if he wanted to live any longer. You admit it was harsh but you needed to get the point across that he wouldn't be eligible for a liver transplant if he ever needed one.

Jack took you home for the night, telling you to just sleepover so you two could just get up and go in the morning to your mothers house. He was still internally confused on why you had agreed to go to your moms for the holiday but he knew you were still craving that maternal love, so he hadn't pushed you on it.

"Do we need to bring anything?" Jack yelled from the bathroom as he buttoned up his flannel. "No! My sister said if we insisted we could bring pumpkin pie!" You absolutely were picking up a pumpkin pie, you had the feeling you were going to need some sort of comfort after tonight.

Mia had begged you profusely to join her at thanksgiving, you hadn't seen your family since college graduation. Nobody ever had time, hell you weren't even invited to your mothers wedding. You had to find out about it on facebook, of all the goddamn places.

Originally, all you wanted to do was stay at home and order something from a place that would be open and watch TV. Your sister just had a way of convincing you though, her pleads broke you down almost instantly.

When Jack made his way into the kitchen where you sat, you couldn't help but bite your lip at how handsome he looked. Everything about him made you want to rip his clothes off and devour him like he was your very own thanksgiving meal, and the way he looked at you mirrored your same expression.

You waved him off while rolling your eyes, his hands wrapped around your body from behind making you giggle. "Knock it off, we have to go," you giggled and pushed him away.

The drive to the house was long, you started picking at your cuticles when you were about five minutes away. Jack put his free hand over yours to calm the storm brewing in your chest, bringing your cold fingers to his lips and kissing over your knuckles lovingly — a silent reassurance that you would be okay, no matter what happens.

Both of you sat in the car for at least ten minutes before going inside, Jack gave you a pep talk and reminded you the two of you could leave whenever you wanted, just give him the word. He made you promise that you would tap his thigh three times if he needed to fake getting sick, "I know exactly how to do it, to." He said making you laugh.

Walking into the home you already felt your stomach sinking, you gripped onto Jack's hand tighter as you led him through the house to meet your family. He noticed your shift in tone immediately, the way you seemed to shrink in on yourself.

"Oh! Jack! We have heard so much about you!" Your mom squealed the lie, you mentioned him one time.

"So have I!" Jack grinned. "Hopefully all good," Your mother half-joked, Jack only nodded his head, now was not the time to show he wasn't the best liar — especially to that type of question.

Everyone made small talk while waiting for the turkey to finish cooking, Jack quickly becoming the star of the show. Questions about his military time came up quickly since apparently the new husband was in the marines, the boys became extremely engrossed in conversation so you, your mom, and sister made way to the kitchen to check on the food.

"So honey, how was the drive here?" Your mom directed the question to you while pulling the turkey out.

"It wasn't so bad, got slightly car sick but thank god for zofran."

Mia laughed knowing exactly what you meant.

"Jack, he's older than I expected." Your mom whispered.

"Oh it's not so bad, we both have fully developed brains so I think I'm okay."

"No, no honey, I'm not worried about you," she quipped, "It's him I'm worried about, you can be just so much sometimes, I tolerated it but are we sure he can?"

The last of her sentence hit you deep in your core.

"Mom!" Mia quietly reprimanded.

You cowered softly, your back losing its upright position to a now more slumped, protective position. There was never a day this woman wasn't damaging your self esteem, even when it's just you and a mirror — you can still hear her critiques in your ears.

"I'm just being honest, Mia, she is fully aware of how clingy she can get!" Your mom continued with the insults.

While the two of them were arguing you snuck away to the bathroom, not wanting to give your mom the satisfaction of crying in front of her. Jack seemed to be having a good time with the guys, talking about all their escapades while overseas, you didn't want to ruin that.

So you cleaned yourself up, wiped the tears away, and waited for the red to die down in your eyes before returning. Everyone was sat at the table while Mark, your moms husband, cut the turkey.

"You okay?" Jack mouthed to you once he spotted your frame coming from the hallway.

You nodded and put a smile on your face as you went to sit down, Jack's eyebrows furrowed in an attempt to read your face better — but you didn't let him. Immediately starting a conversation with your niece who was sat right next to you.

His hand traveled to your thigh, giving you a gentle squeeze before returning to the conversation about his time in Europe.

"Okay! Dinner is ready!" Your mother beamed as she brought the grand meal to the table, Jack noticed the way your eyes wouldn't meet hers — but he chose to stay silent. He grabbed the turkey and put some on your plate for you, you said a soft 'thank you' and began to fill your plate with all the other foods littering the table.

Everyone fell into a comfortable silence, eating gracefully and talking lightly every so often. Till your mother decided it had been too comfortable.

"So Jack, How is it working in the ER? I cannot imagine the toll it must take on you."

"It can be very hard, but working with your daughter definitely helps take the weight off." Jack beamed.

"Are you serious?" She asked, while holding back a laugh.

Jack looked around confused, but nodded his head regardless — not understanding the implication.

"That girl never gave me a calm day growing up! Always complaining and grumpy, I mean gosh she took up so much of my time, it was miserable."

The room became quiet, eyes loomed down onto plates. Your mom looked up to see the way everyone reacted, specifically you —tears welling behind your eyelashes, before continuing.

"Oh jesus, don't be so sensitive. You know how awful you made life, I mean honey, you are better now, but you need to understand how mentally exhausting you can be." She finished with a pointed look. Chewing obnoxiously on a piece of meat, nobody around her disagreed. However, the hurt in your eyes would haunt Jack for the rest of eternity.

"Fucking christ mother, do you hear yourself? I have done nothing to you! nothing! You just berate me like I'm your own personal punching bag and I am sick of it." You yelled and stood up quickly from the table. "It isn't my fault dad left you, you are the most horrific mother — but only to me, to Mia you were perfect. So, I'm done. Don't ever contact me again." Your voice crack by the end.

Jack had already headed to grab your coat and purse, he was fuming at what this woman had just said to you but your well-being was more important then his want to cuss her out. Mia had tried to reel you back in, telling you to just come back inside, but Jack was quick to dismiss her.

"She does not need to subject herself to this abuse, and yes it is abuse. I hope you people understand how horrible you are, begging your sister to attend a family holiday knowing damn-fucking-well how awful your mother is, is fucking shameful." Jack yelled while leading your shaking frame to the car.

Once he got you both down the street Jack pulled over and dragged you into a hug, you were now sobbing into his chest with gut-wrenching chokes. He rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head, "baby, you gotta breathe, breathe for me." Jack tried to get your breaths to even out but his words fell on deaf ears.

Your breathing continued to quicken, causing you to panic more. Jack got out of the car and rounded to your side, opening your door and forcing you to put your head between your legs. His hand held your wrist, counting your bpm and noticing it was starting to slow. He sighed a breath of relief as you began to sit back upright, looking down at him with those sad eyes made him nearly break.

"Oh baby, I'm so sorry that happened."

"I'll be okay."

He nodded his head and got back on his feet, kissing your forehead before getting back into the drivers seat and taking off back home. You rested your head on Jack's arm, ignoring the dozens of calls and texts blowing your phone up, deciding to just hug Jack's bicep harder to block out the constant noise.

He continued to comfort you with sweet words.

"You understand none of that's true, right? I have met some pretty insufferable people, and you wouldn't be able to make that list if you tried. You are so easy to love, and I will spend the rest of my life proving it that to you." His whispered with a kiss to the top of your head.

A single tear fell from your cheek, wanting nothing more then to believe his every word.

Simon was fucking huge.

His hands were the larger then your head, and the width of his shoulders forced him to turn sideways when walking through doors, or when he sits in the backseat of a cab and looks like a dog too big for the little cage their owner bought for them. So of course, you weren't expecting anything but the same for his dick — but when it sprung out from his boxers you looked like a deer caught in head lights.

"We don't hav'ta do this, love." Simon noticed your hesitance, the way your eyes were wide with anticipation but also unease. You shook your head at the idea of stopping, he had just given you two mind blowing orgasms with his mouth and fingers, telling you he needed to "open ya up."

You figured he was being a typical male, telling white lies about his size to excite you — but, to your surprise — he was telling the truth.

"No, no I don't want to stop, you're just- wow." You smiled up at him, easing his worries as you brought your hand up to his cock to gently stroke him. Sizing him up before he did anything, Simon groaned at the feeling.

"Fuck, 'm not gonna last if ya keep doin' that, lovie." His head fell between his shoulders, the sensation of your hand rubbing his cock elicited tingles running up and down his spine. You two had only been together eight months, neither of you were to worried about moving fast.

Taking your sweet time in getting to know each other before intimacy became something in the relationship, Simon wasn't a man with the largest libido. Of course he still enjoyed sex, but it wasn't the most important thing to him in a relationship, he figured there were better aspects to look forward to then getting his dick wet.

Tonight, however, you looked breathtaking.

Everything about you had him losing his mind, the way your dress hugged your figure in every flattering way. His hand hadn't left your waist all night, practically begging to get you home and away from the party. You were invited to Price's anniversary party him and his wife were celebrating, you dressed in a floor length gown and it had Simon on his knees.

He pulled you aside to tell you he wasn't feeling too good and thought it might be best to leave early, you two said your goodbyes and left without a fuss, you were eager to get Simon home so you could take care of him. When you got in the car Simon turned to you with a look you recognized.

"I lied."

"You're joking."

"I've 'ad a hard-on since ya came out into the living room."

You gave him a dead-panned stare, before playfully rolling your eyes and told him to drive home.

Now here you were, seeing each other fully naked in an intimate way. You hadn't thought this was going to be how the first time with him would start, you imagined a sensual candlelit dinner suddenly becoming more in the heat of the moment.

Simon gently laid you back down, guiding your body as if it were his. His hand reached up towards his pillow to put under your lower back, giving you more support and what he hoped would be a better angle. His lips trailed down your body slowly, no amount of skin was left cold while his hands rubbed at your hips.

"I'm so in love with you." He whispered, letting his words sink into your skin like a knife and then kissing the open wound closed. Then in a moment of you being completely distracted he began to sink his cock into your weeping entrance, you threw your head back at the sudden warmth.

Simon did a great job getting your body ready and relaxed, the stretch was still needed though. Every part of you felt like it was flying through different dimensions, he hit the spongy spot inside you with every thrust.

You thought this would be how you died, you had never felt this type of pleasure — especially not from a man. Your hands searched desperately for something to ground you, you landed on grasping for his bicep.

The slowness gradually became faster, landing at a speed that felt good for you both. Simon's hand gripped yours as he felt his high crashing into him, his fingers encapsulated yours with ease. His other hand traveled down to your clit, pushing you to the very edge of the cliff before the waves crashed over you both.

His body nearly gave out on top of you as he fell from his high, nothing in the air except the smell of sex and sounds of exhaustion.

You giggled lightly in his ear bringing him a bolt of happiness, pulling his head away from where it rested in the crook of your neck to kiss your cheek tenderly.

"That was wonderful, my love." You whispered into his skin, your voice worn and scratchy. Simon only grinned before getting up and leaving the room, leaving you slightly confused for only a moment. After some clashing around in the kitchen, sounds of hinges being put to work as they were opened and closed, Simon appeared back into view with a glass of cold water and two granola bars.

As he handed you the goodies he fetched the TV remote from off the ground, pushing the power button and choosing that silly show you both loved. The two of you giggled at the show while talking about nonsense, cuddling, and throwing pieces of the granola bar into each others mouth like a freaky game of basketball.

It was a long, agonizing night. Jack felt like nothing went right and everything was a mess, first he couldn't find his psych patient then it was a nurse get assaulted, and of course the lack of proper security and safety brought to the nurses only pissed Jack off more. By the end of his shift, during hand-offs with Robby he was dead on his feet.

His prosthetic was chaffing something horrible against his skin, and he wanted to lay in bed for the rest of eternity. However, earlier in the day you began sending him photos, they started off innocent at first. A selfie of you cooking breakfast in his shirt form boot camp, to a mirror selfie in nothing but a towel explaining how much you missed him, to finally the one that had him rock hard — your hand stuffed in your underwear.

You never directly sent him nudes, but it was close enough. He was hoping you would be awake enough to ride him, he doesn't think he can hold his weight much longer.

When he wondered into the apartment you were sleeping soundly in the bed, in nothing but those godforsaken lace panties he had bought you on your anniversary last month. They were a special type of lace he found that were sexy but not as itchy or uncomfortable, you looked breathtaking in the hazy morning light.

Jack began to unwind for bed, taking off his prosthetic and leaning it up against the wall. Switching to his forearm crutch he moved along the quiet morning gently, attempting not to wake you prematurely. He needed you as rested as possible.

As he scooted into bed next to you, you began to stir — your hand reaching for him in the bed.

"Jack?" You slurred, voice still thick with sleep.

"Mornin', Doll." He whispered back, hand meeting yours to bring it up to his lips so he could kiss your knuckles. Your eyes opened and you smiled wide at his face.

"You like those photos I sent ya?"

"I did, but now you owe me compensation for causing me to have a hard-on for three hours straight."

You perked up at his plan, eyes now wide and giddy.

"Me on top?" You asked, knowing Jack was absolutely spent from his shift. You could tell by his hooded eyes and droopy smirk, the way his hand brushed against yours slowly.

Jack nodded in agreement, laying down fully on his back allowing you full mobility to climb on top of him. Which you lazily did, leaning your face down to his and kissing him intimately slow, your tongue tangling with his in a fight for dominance that you ultimately win. His hands danced around on your hips, rubbing them softly.

You sat up to pull his boxers down towards his thighs, his cock springing alive in front of you. You gave him a few quick pumps before rising to your knees to line him up with your cunt, as you lowered yourself down on top of him. His head rolled back in ecstasy, he grabbed at your waist, helpfully guiding your movements.

Your legs got tired fast in this position, so Jack has always help bare some of the weight on his large arms. You couldn't lie, his arms were a big turn on for you — a single glance at them had you wet quicker then any dirty talk ever could. The way his arms would flex around you when cuddling, or right now as you bounced on top of him.

"That's it baby, just like that." Jack bit his lower lip, trying to contain himself long enough to get you off. The pads of his finger circled your clit teasingly, just enough pressure to have you barreling down onto his chest. Whining into his ear as you rolled your hips faster, aching for the release you had wanted earlier.

You tried to get yourself off but failed miserably, apparently Jack not only ruined you for other men — but for yourself to. Jack used his right leg for the leverage he needed to start pounding up into you, searching for the same relief you were shaking for above him. All your movements became jittery and uneven as you approached your high, Jack still messing with your clit but with a lot more haste this time.

Fast tight circles sent you into a blurry haze of pleasure as you finally came. You moaned his name in gasping breaths, far too early for the loud screams he usually elicited from you. Your back arched with his continued abuse to your cunt, overstimulating you as he found his high, gripping your thighs with a deep, guttural groan.

After he came inside you, he rolled you a handful more times before allowing you to collapse on top of him. His now soft cock still resting within you, keeping you full and warm.

"I love you." You say in a post-orgasmic tone.

"Are you saying that because I just gave you a great orgasm, or because you actually love me?" He joked and brushed your sweaty hair out of your face, giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Is it acceptable to say both? Because if so, then both." Your eyes looked up at his face.

"Yeah, I'm okay with it being both."

You giggled quietly and shut your eyes, the sound of his breathing easing your racing mind.

"Hey, baby, you gotta go pee." He reminded you.

Although you didn't want to move from your very comfortable place on top of Jack, you knew a UTI would be a lot worse. Your feet padded across the wooden floor as you made your way to the bathroom, Jack reached over to the hygiene wipes he keeps in his bedside drawer to clean himself off while he waited for you.

When you came back to bed you laid nearly fully on-top of him again, your leg thrown over his stomach. His hand tangled in your hair as he began to tell you about his insufferable day at work, you listened intently until the both of you fell asleep.

"Sweetheart? I brought home pizza!" Clark called from down the hall, you were in the living room nervously picking at your cuticles. You heard the pizza box being set on the stove, indicating Clark was close to seeing you.

You were clad in brand new scratchy lingerie, the bright red color enhancing your features gently without washing you out.

"In here!" You called out, ready to stop overthinking his reaction and actually see it. "You will not believe the day we had, I mean it was-" Clark was cut short as his eyes grazed over you, your body froze his train of thought.

"Gosh, you look beautiful." He said with a small stutter in his voice.

"This feels silly." You admitted while looking away from his strong eye contact, focusing back on your hands.

"If this is silly, I'm scared of you being serious." Clark joked trying desperately to ease your anxieties, his long legs carried him over to you within two steps.

"What's all this for, honey?"

"I wanted to try something new, I think I'm ready."

"Ready?"

"To have sex Clark, it's not hard to deduce." Playfully rolling your eyes at his clueless face.

"Oh! Are you sure? We don't have to baby." His kindness made heat rush your body, nothing was more of a turn on then a man who cares about you.

"Yeah I'm very sure, I've been thinkin' about it a lot — about you a lot." Suddenly confident in what you were saying, you had read a lot about sex and what makes a guy hot and bothered, most of the articles said confidence was key.

"Yeah? What about me?" He smirked, forcing you into eye contact.

"Clark!" You whined, dropping your head in the crook of his neck. He laughed at your reaction and brought his hands up to your face, pulling you away enough to kiss you.

"Let's take this real nice and slow"

Clark began to kiss down your neck slowly, pushing you down onto the sofa. You moaned lowly, the two of you had made out numerous times, but you always stopped before it got too hot and heavy.

Now, you took a deep breath and stuffed your hands in his hair. Gripping the roots as his lips traveled down your body, your skin was cold to the touch.

Clark began to pull the cup of your bra to the side, his tongue circling your already hard nipple. You watched him with hungry eyes everything in you wanted to flip him over and ride him till the sun came up, but you knew that wasn't something that could happen — tonight at least.

He looked up at your face and smiled at your expression, 'poor thing' he thought never been taken care of. Clark was thrilled to be the one to do this, he wasn't overtly experienced by any means — but he was no virgin either. He had his fun in high school and again throughout college, and now with all that he has learned he is going treat you right and with care.

"Clark," You whined. The pulse between your thighs growing with each kiss, he trailed down the valley between your breasts, down to your stomach. Clark stopped abruptly and got up, taking you by surprise.

"What- What are you doing?" You asked, scared you messed something up.

"I don't want to come in my work pants, baby, hold on." He explained bashfully, throwing his pants somewhere in the living room. Clark was right back on you kissing you like a hungry man who has been malnourished for a millennium.

"Let's move this to the bed." Clark didn't give you a chance to respond before picking you up and taking you towards your shared room, you squealed in delight. The adrenaline hitting you full force, fully focused on the situation.

He set you on the bed carefully before stepping back to admire the way you looked.

"Man, you are the most breathtaking human I've ever seen." His voice was quiet, filled with desire and lust. You bit your lip in response, eyeing him, "Fuck me, Clark."

A dark expression overtook his features, hands eagerly reaching around to rip your bra off. "Clark! That was expensive!" The reprimand went unheard while Clark dropped to his knees in-front of you. His hands grabbed your legs and throwing them over each shoulder, now face-to-face with you clothed cunt.

He reached for your panties, hooking the fingers around the hem to yank them off. Goosebumps covered your body, no longer caring about the destroyed lingerie set, you know he'll buy you more.

You leaned back on your elbows, pussy wet and pulsing. Clark wasted no time, tongue darting to your seeping core causing a loud unexpected moan to escape your mouth. You had masturbated before, but your fingers could never elicit this response.

Clark continued licking into you, your head falling between your shoulder blades when he reached your clit. His lips wrapping around the bundle and sucking, you were seeing stars by the time he added the first finger.

"Gotta get you ready honey, I'm not average." Clark pulled away for a moment, adding another finger into your tight hole. You felt the pressure of his second finger, causing slight discomfort but Clark was right back to abusing your clit. Allowing you to forget the uncomfortable feeling of being stretched out, to pure pleasure once again.

Your breaths became rapid as the tension in your lower stomach began to build higher, hips rolling into Clark's face, chasing after the high you were aching for.

The moment the pads of his fingers grazed over the spongy spot you saw a blinding white light, you were trying to be mindful of your neighbors but the orgasm was too intoxicating.

"Holy fucking shit, oh my god, Clark- fuck!" You yelled, the grip on your boyfriends hair felt as if you might be giving him a bald spot. Clark helped you ride out your climax, small kitten licks causing your body to jerk in overstimulation.

"That good?" His smug expression came into your line of sight, the feeling of his warm hands brushing the hair sticking to your forehead away.

"Yeah, yeah, that good."

"Do you want to stop?"

"Absolutely not!"

He grinned while kissing your cheek, he pulled away to drop his boxers. His large cock springing up landing on his lower stomach, your eyes bulged out of your head at the sight. Obviously, super-human dick was bound to be above the national average, but you were not convinced it would fit inside your non super-human vagina.

Clark was quick to ease your worries, "hey, look at me, if it's too much, you tell me, okay?" He forced you to agree, the last thing Clark wanted to do was hurt you. So if that meant not getting to fuck you properly tonight, he was perfectly content with that.

Clark reached over to his nightstand drawer, pulling out lube. Your wetness was probably enough, but he was making sure this went as smoothly as it could. You've had the talk previously about if condoms were something that needed to be used, both of you ended on the agreement it was fine to not use one. You were on the pill, not ovulating, and you were both clean.

His stroked his cock a few times, lubricating every inch. You took a deep breath as he stepped closer to you, the tip of his head slipping through your folds.

"You ready?" The way he was being so gentle and patient was making your heat melt, "Please." With that Clark began to push in, your tight walls had him clinging to control.

He watched your face contort, worried that it was of pain and not enjoyment. "Oh fuck!" You yelled, telling him exactly how you were feeling, you felt so full. Hands searching for his, gripping tightly to help keep you grounded.

He thrusted his hips carefully, pulling out till the tip and diving deep until he flush with your body one again. Every movement hit the breath taking spot inside you, your moans ricocheted off of the walls, egging Clark on.

The speed of his movements picked up the more your body got used to his big size, his moans mixed with yours. Both chasing your highs, Clark's thumb rubbing over your knuckles, comforting you.

It was all so overwhelming, all the new sensations taking you hostage into a world of pleasure. "Where do you want me?" Clark grunted breathlessly, "Inside- come inside me Clark." Your eyes met his and he lost it, his seed coated your walls.

You weren't far behind him, body tensing as the burning hot fire tipped over the edge. Screaming his name with loud uneven breaths breaking up your words, your whole body tingled as Clark's body laid on top of yours.

He was conscious to not crush you.

"Was that okay?" The question made you burst into laughter.

"Was it okay? I just saw God and you're asking if it was okay?" He looked at you dumbfounded, wanting a straightforward answer.

"Clark, my darling boy, I'm close to purposing to you right here so I can continue to get dicked down that good for the rest of my life." You deadpanned, making sure he knew how serious you were.

Jack understood that, that's why he was perfectly comfortable keeping the relationship out of work. Strictly keeping his love for you behind closed doors — and you two were very good at keeping it that way.

He never once gave you special treatment, or attention. Jack was very good at maintaining a stoic face, years of deployment gives you a great advantage.

Every time you brought up the worry that caused a crease on your forehead, he would assure you, telling you no matter what happened, nothing could stop his love for you. He would quit his job and retire early if that's what it took.

Unfortunately, that terrified you. You hated the idea of Jack tanking his entire career so that you could effectively keep yours. Times may be different now, and realistically if you just told HR about the relationship you would be fine, but you were painfully aware of the consequences that would ultimately occur.

You were running slightly late for your shift, your electricity had gone out last night which in turn caused your alarm clock to not go off. Luckily for you, your internal clock jolted you awake. Even with the running, you were still 10 minutes late which isn't horrible but you knew Langdon would jokingly hold it over your head.

At your arrival you noticed a shift in the air, the way everyone kept their eyes down and away from you. You were so worried about hand-offs with Langdon you didn't care to worry about it, "I'm so sorry, alarm clock didn't go off," You rushed to explained.

"No worries, had a few things to wrap up anyways." He said kindly, before quickly getting into all his patients that would now be rolling into your care. An elder man with heart palpitations that needed to be watched, a toddler waiting on the strep test to come through, and a few more average cases you see constantly.

Right as you thought he was done he turned around quickly and pulled you into an empty room,

"Listen, people are talking." He sighed.

"Excuse me?"

"People are saying you and Abbott are a thing, and the new hire, Darla, she's been gossiping all day. Dana tried to reprimand her but she hasn't stopped."

"That's absurd," You laughed nervously, Langdon gave you his best bitch face before continuing.

"You two aren't as sneaky as you think, but she's saying real nasty shit about you and I thought you should hear from me before anything." Langdon finished, wishing you a good shift and leaving.

You can't lie and say this didn't alarm you, Darla was on day shift, which meant someone from night shift was also contributing to the rumor mill. Jack was already here, forever he man to come in early and stay till late.

Jack caught your eye but you immediately looked away and got busy with learning your patients needs, and keeping them comfortable.

The idea of being forced to open up to Jack about this at work wouldn't be ideal, especially with the knowledge of an apparent lurker. This could nosedive everything you had been working towards, maybe that was dramatic but it was how you felt — and you hated the feeling.

"Mrs. Morgan? How are those pain meds treating you?" You asked with a smile when you walked into the room, rubbing in the hand sanitizer you squirted on your hand before entering.

"I'm over the moon, literally!" The woman joked, which made your lip upturn into a smirk.

"I'm going to order you an MRI for that wrist, and we'll up your morphine IV here shortly."

"Thank you."

You did another look over at her vitals before popping out, and updated her file at the nearest computer to her room, which was Jack's. "Hey stranger, what gives?" Jack whispered trying to keep a low profile, hopefully looking more like a consultation then a desperate boyfriend questioning his suddenly cold girlfriend.

"Not here."

"Fine, meet me in the family room in 20."

Barely acknowledging him, you nodded quickly and went off to distract yourself and assessing anyone who might be staring for far too long. There was nothing you wanted more than to catch the person who was making your secret relationship a test of public scrutiny, this was yours, and you hated how fast it was slipping out of your grip.

Like at any second Gloria would be in to pull you aside and chastise you for entangling yourself in your bosses bed — okay so maybe there was some stuff to unpack in therapy still.

When the clock his 8:20 you swiftly made your way towards the family room, your nerves had imploded on minute five of the wait so now you were just picking the skin off your nails in a desperate attempt to keep your system at bay.

"Hey you," Jack smiled, walking into the room shortly after you.

"Someone knows."

"You say that like we've committed a series of murders."

"Jack." You reprimanded. "Frank said someone has been saying shit about me on days, 'nasty shit' to use his words."

"Who." He framed it like a question, but it was more a demand.

"Darla Marsh, and she has an accomplice on nights, can't figure out who."

Jack was a protective person naturally, years of seeing the worst of humanity made him only that much more possessive over you. So, hearing that you — of all people — are this weeks talk of the town made him overtly angry.

"I'll keep an ear out, but for the moment just ignore it, alright doll?" He reached out to pull you in, without hesitation you allowed him. It was a completely secluded room in the stairway. You needed the comfort that only your Jack could provide, the warmth of his large arms wrapping around you and hiding you away for only a split second — but enough time to get your thoughts together and breath back.

"I love you," You whispered into his bicep.

"I love you more."

The night was sluggish thankfully, you had discharged most of Frank's patients and yours were either waiting on tests or a room upstairs. Getting up to stretch your legs out after hours of sitting and charting, you made your way into the employee lounge to grab your lunch you packed. Usually you would order food considering you never really know if you'll have enough down time to eat, but you decided it would be healthier for your bank account to bring food.

Melanie — who had just started her ER rotation — walked in shortly after you, looking slightly startled to see you sitting in the room.

"Hey, how's your shift going?" you asked kindly, hoping everyone was being nice to her.

"Oh, yeah, it's been good." Melanie's reply left you confused, wondering why she was being so shy with you. You were the first person to welcome her to night shift and show her around the pitt, getting her almost completely knowledgeable before her second night.

Thinking the two of you had enough rapport, you decided maybe she was just feeling the newbie jitters and let it go.

"Do you want to join me after I eat to see an intubation? Got an elder gentleman here who is gonna need one shortly."

"No thank you, i've seen enough of them."

Than she walked out of the room like her feet were suddenly set ablaze, you shook your head and got back to eating your food.

After the intubation you went around with your normal checks, talking with current patients about treatment plans and hoping they don't need to be admitted, or if they do, beds are ready for them.

Jack had kept himself at arms length, only talking to you when needed. It killed him because he loved flirting with you, and making you blush.

As you walked around to discharge a patient you overheard a conversation between two people,

"God, how shameless do you have to be? Whoring yourself out to get brownie points is a new level." Someone whispered while giggiling.

"Right? She doesn't even deserve all that, bet she can't satisfy him either, he's always so hard on everyone." Another voice joined in.

It stopped you dead in your tracks, forcing you to step away from the moment and make a break for the stairs before anyone knew you were listening.

Your chest was heaving as tears fell down your cheeks without your permission, you began to slow down as you finally reached the roof.

The ground beneath your feet felt like it was disintegrating, your hand reached for the railing by the edge. You needed something to ground you and nothing was helping, the panic wasn't subsiding.

Panic attacks were a prominent force in your life, ever since being a child the brain residing within your skull kept you on your toes, never once giving you a quite day and a steady rhythm.

You tried the five sense trick, but continued to lose your breath to the world around you. It was causing you to panic more, chest rising more rabidly and sweat began forming on your hairline.

A hand touched your back, immediately returning your mind back to earth.

"Y/n, baby, breath!" The familiar voice soothed, normally Jack would ask if you were okay with him touching you, but his own anxiety was screaming at him to get you away from the edge.

"I- I- I can't, I c-can't-" You continued to repeat, holding onto Jack as he held you tightly. This wasn't his first rodeo in fighting your anxieties, Jack was the first person to understand how debilitating trauma can be. Especially when it shows in a physical way.

The feeling of heavy weight usually kept your grounded, occasionally he would even lay on top of you to keep you regulated — but this had never happened at work.

"Yes you can, c'mon baby, feel my touch. Come back to me, it's just us." He whispered.

As you began to come down, you tried to push Jack away. Telling him patients are more important and you'll be okay, but he flat out refused.

"You're my patient now, Lena has it covered." He said into your hair, hand continuing his movement up and down your back.

Your glossy eyes looked over the city lights as Jack swayed you two on the roof, humming a random tune. "You wanna talk about it?" Jack broke the silence, wanting to gain insight on what happened.

"I know who's talking about us."

"How do you know?"

"Heard em talking, Melanie and Jane. The two girls I helped with on their first day." You laughed dryly, wondering what happened to cause them to shoot such venom.

"I'll be talking with Gloria, a toxic work environment is never safe, but especially in an ER." He said strictly.

"Thank you."

It wasn't necessary to try and fight him on this decision, you didn't want to get the two girls in trouble but at the end of the day, communication is an important part of the job and if you can't safely do so, it's a hazard.

"Shifts almost over, honey, then we can get some breakfast at that place you love, sound good?" You smiled at his attempt to make you feel better, "Yeah, it sounds great."

By the time shift exchange came round, Jack was hot on Gloria's tail, giving her a run down of the disrespect going on towards you that must be reprimanded.

Gloria drove most of your crazy, but she always protected her staff and at the first drop of toxicity developing she was on top of it immediately.

Right before everyone left, she called the three girls into her office for a discussion. All of them had a look of surprise on their faces, bodies now full of adrenaline and fear.

It gave you a sense of pride, even though it shouldn't, Jack was smirking with no hesitation — happy to see the people causing his girl turmoil get consequences.

"You ready?" He asked.

You realized the moment you walked out of the hospital together would confirm everyone's suspicions, so you ensured it couldn't be misinterpreted.

Interlocking your fingers with his, you nodded and dragged him out, hungry and exhausted. Jack was shocked at first and the extensive PDA you were suddenly showing, but you were tired of hiding something so important. You loved Jack with your entire being and it was time to claim that, and he couldn't be happier.

Robby and Dana watched as the two of you walked out, giggiling with each other.

"You owe me sixty bucks." Dana laughed.