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Category:
1 through F › Four Brothers
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,273
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own or make any money off of any of the reconizable characters from Four Brothers.
See You Through
“See You Through”
Jack's POV
'Someone opened the blinds.' was Jack's first thought when he came back to his conscious mind. The second thought was toward the warmth, both internally and externally, that he hadn't felt since... Jack forced his heavy eyelids and twisted in the strong arms that held him. But the sudden movement caused a whole lot of pain Jack had forgotten about up 'til now.
So while he couldn't stop the cry of pain, he did cut it off, but it was too late. Bobby stirred, the arms around him tightened, and the brown eyes snapped open to study Jack worriedly.
“Jack?” The voice was deep and a bit scratchy, but it could still distract him from any and all pain he felt, Jack noticed.
“What's wrong? Where do you hurt?” Jack shook his head and burrowed deeper into the arms, his head dipping to rest on the warm, broad chest.
“Jacky, you need to tell me where you hurt.” Jack only shook his head again and shifted when the rumble in Bobby's chest vibrated on his ear.
“'s better now... you're warm” Jack could feel Bobby shake his head and then felt Bobby card his fingers through his hair.
“Go back to sleep, Cracker Jack.” Jack only smiled, burrowed deeper into the chest below him, and followed Bobby's command.
~~~~
When he woke again, he woke to the entire room swathed in a bright, warm sun, but no Bobby. Jack shifted, felt the pain again, but ignored it in favor of twisting to look at the clock. It was almost noon, but what Jack saw next to the alarm clock was a tall glass of water and his pain pills. It made him smile, picturing Bobby acting as a nurse- maid. Popping the pain pills and deciding that he might as well get up, Jack reached for his crutches, but decided after a few seconds that they were more of a painful hindrance on shoulder than they were helpful. Instead, he stood up tenderly, testing the weight on his bad leg.
Leaning carefully on his bad leg, Jack moved to take a heavy step forward with his left foot only to find it caught in the sheets, forcing him to bare his weight down on his injured leg. Fiery pain irrupted through his thigh and shin as his leg just buckled beneath him.
He was sure his cry of pain echoed through the entire house and down the street, but he was too busy gritting his teeth against the fresh wave of agony burning through him than to worry about the noise or the tears streaming down his face. Distantly, he head an alarmed shout and heavy footsteps falling on the stairs, before warm callused hands were cupping the back of his neck, pulling him closer until his teary face was pressed hotly into the junction of a neck and thick shoulder.
Jack gasped for breath through the waves of pain and his nostrils filled with Bobby's heady scent. The pain gradually and achingly disappeared and still Bobby stayed, even when Jack was drooping, exhausted into his arms.
“It's alright, Cracker Jack, I've got you and I'm not goin' anywhere.”
And you know what? Jack believed him.
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Here's the second part! Third one is on the way! Please tell me what you think!
Jack's POV
'Someone opened the blinds.' was Jack's first thought when he came back to his conscious mind. The second thought was toward the warmth, both internally and externally, that he hadn't felt since... Jack forced his heavy eyelids and twisted in the strong arms that held him. But the sudden movement caused a whole lot of pain Jack had forgotten about up 'til now.
So while he couldn't stop the cry of pain, he did cut it off, but it was too late. Bobby stirred, the arms around him tightened, and the brown eyes snapped open to study Jack worriedly.
“Jack?” The voice was deep and a bit scratchy, but it could still distract him from any and all pain he felt, Jack noticed.
“What's wrong? Where do you hurt?” Jack shook his head and burrowed deeper into the arms, his head dipping to rest on the warm, broad chest.
“Jacky, you need to tell me where you hurt.” Jack only shook his head again and shifted when the rumble in Bobby's chest vibrated on his ear.
“'s better now... you're warm” Jack could feel Bobby shake his head and then felt Bobby card his fingers through his hair.
“Go back to sleep, Cracker Jack.” Jack only smiled, burrowed deeper into the chest below him, and followed Bobby's command.
~~~~
When he woke again, he woke to the entire room swathed in a bright, warm sun, but no Bobby. Jack shifted, felt the pain again, but ignored it in favor of twisting to look at the clock. It was almost noon, but what Jack saw next to the alarm clock was a tall glass of water and his pain pills. It made him smile, picturing Bobby acting as a nurse- maid. Popping the pain pills and deciding that he might as well get up, Jack reached for his crutches, but decided after a few seconds that they were more of a painful hindrance on shoulder than they were helpful. Instead, he stood up tenderly, testing the weight on his bad leg.
Leaning carefully on his bad leg, Jack moved to take a heavy step forward with his left foot only to find it caught in the sheets, forcing him to bare his weight down on his injured leg. Fiery pain irrupted through his thigh and shin as his leg just buckled beneath him.
He was sure his cry of pain echoed through the entire house and down the street, but he was too busy gritting his teeth against the fresh wave of agony burning through him than to worry about the noise or the tears streaming down his face. Distantly, he head an alarmed shout and heavy footsteps falling on the stairs, before warm callused hands were cupping the back of his neck, pulling him closer until his teary face was pressed hotly into the junction of a neck and thick shoulder.
Jack gasped for breath through the waves of pain and his nostrils filled with Bobby's heady scent. The pain gradually and achingly disappeared and still Bobby stayed, even when Jack was drooping, exhausted into his arms.
“It's alright, Cracker Jack, I've got you and I'm not goin' anywhere.”
And you know what? Jack believed him.
_______________________
Here's the second part! Third one is on the way! Please tell me what you think!