[I just wanna write silly little stories]
Pls note: My fics might be a tad self-indulgent | I use personal experience to influence my writing | a lot of my fics may contain heavier topics (but I don't think they would be dark fics) | I do try to make sure everything is tagged properly.
Jack Abbot
Dismissed | Dismissed Pt. 2
Eavesdrop
I'm Not Who I Was Before
Kwei
I Won't Leave You | I Won't Leave You: Piece Together | I Won't Leave You: Watch Your Step | I Won't Leave You: Sibling Behavior |
I haven't forgotten about my Kwei fic. I have 2 in progress as i type. Between work and class im ready to dig a hole and lie in it. But the updates will posted... soon... ish
Working on a fic and I was complaining about the established timeline and my bf goes "you were able to do it with your Kwei fic. This should be just like that."
Sir the bitch was dead. I was able to manipulate his presence into the timeline. Also that timeline was what ... 4 days with gradual progression. This timeline has 3 days and the character doesnt show till the 2nd day and shit very quickly hits the fan like not even 12 hours later.
I already have too many WIP's rotting away in my drafts but now my brain is thinking about RE characters and Transformers and I still have my Kwei series
Yall. My brain is so rude. I was reading a cutesy Chris fic and this mf just thought "but what if Chris and reader had 2 kids and then a tragedy happened and one of them died and it was just the unfolding of grief and their family trying to stick together" like wtf I want him to be happy not more traumatized
Quiet; The Absence of Words - Leon Kennedy x quiet!DSOAgent!Reader
Summary: You are assigned as Leon's new rookie. It's been 6 months since that day, and you have never spoken a word to him. It's just not in your nature. But what happens when he collapses in front of you during the events of RE9? What happens after that?
Main Chapters
Part 1 - Oh, Fuck!
Part 2 - The Five Times vs. 1
Part 3 - Smiley Faces and Sandwiches
Part 4 - Call the Repairman!
Part 5 - It's A Secret
Part 6 - Grandpa, Grandma, and Chocolate Chip Pancakes
Part 7 - Kindness
Part 8 - Spiral
Part 9 - Chocolate Chip Pancakes, the Reprise
Part 10 - Pulling Punches
Part 11 - Debrief
Part 12 - Silent Tensions
Part 13 - Freefall
Part 14 - Of Lab Rats and Poison
Part 15 - Violet Infections
Part 16 - From Bad to Worse
Part 17 - Don't Let Up
Part 18 - Nothing More
Part 19 - These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends
you'd think that demons would have a lot more sympathy for the virgin sacrifices and a lot less for the guy holding both of them captive against their will
'i have summoned you demon!' 'uh no you haven't. i don't see you bleeding out in the middle of the summoning circle' 'then... then why are you here?' 'SHE summoned me.'
@the-knights-who-say-book how could you leave this gem in the tags???
Older Mentor!Leon Kennedy x DSO Agent!Reader Slowburn 🪻🌻🥀
❌18+ MDNI❌
Chapter 20
sorry i'm uploading this a bit late but i decided to be extra and fired up re9 at the last minute to do a quick photo edit and struggled a bit with incompatible mods, but i think it was worth it hehe 🫶
enjoy 💖
CW tags WILL contain spoilers (try not to read them if you're generally okay with nsfw stuff so you avoid getting spoiled!)
cw: smut, fellatio, cum ingestion, vaginal fingering, spanking, nipple play.
When your tears are dried and your heart is calm—as calm as it can be while you lay in his arms—you reach a hand down to the buckle of Leon’s belt.
He startles slightly, looking down at you with impossibly wide pupils while your taste still lingers on his tongue. “Baby…”
“It’s my turn to take care of you.” You begin to unbuckle the leather when a hand on your wrists stops you.
“I don't want to rush things, sweetheart. I just want you to feel good, don't fret over me.”
You feel like a child whose candy was stolen. After fantasizing about this for literal years, there's nothing more you want than to see and feel him bare.
“You don't want me to touch you?”
“That's not what I said,” he tsks, then takes your hand to kiss your knuckles tenderly. “I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything in return. Getting to taste you was more for me than for you, trust me.”
You feel your face grow even hotter than it already is, and you have to stop yourself from starting to tear up again at how gentlemanly he’s being.
“But I want to touch you, Leon. Please let me make you feel good.”
The pleading look in your eyes while you demand he lets you pleasure him makes him wonder if this is some kind of elaborate prank on his poor heart. How can he say no when you are sweetness personified?
“Well, just a heads up, I haven't exactly showered yet,” he mutters sheepishly, finally conceding.
You giggle, poking his abs through his button up in a mock chastising manner.
“Why are you still in your suit anyway?”
“I didn't have time to change, and… I guess I didn't really care enough. Not when my mind was on you the whole time.”
Heart fluttering at the sincerity in his voice, you decide right then and there you’re going to make damn sure he realizes why this is so much better than any stupid date.
With your hand intertwined with his, you move to stand up and pull him off the bed with you, an evident determination in your steps.
“Come on, big guy, we’re gonna shower together.”
“Big guy?” he laughs, eagerly matching your pace as he lets his eyes trail over your naked behind. For once he doesn't feel too guilty about checking you out. “You haven't seen big yet,” he adds with a sly grin.
You roll your eyes at his comment, though the smile on your face only widens. The excitement you feel at the prospect of seeing his body is overflowing your every cell.
Once inside the bathroom, you flick the switch on the wall and immediately regret it as you find yourself exposed under the harsh overhead light. It's quite the contrast with the dim atmosphere you left in your bedroom.
Leon, on the other hand, is losing his fucking mind at the sight because you're so damn beautiful it's getting hard to breathe. He doesn't let you move further before he’s tugging you to his chest just to kiss you fervently again, his fingers digging into your waist.
“God, you’re breathtaking, darling.” He can't stop the words, and he knows he has never spoken truer ones.
Biting your lip, you squeeze where your hands rest on his nape with a playful smile to mask the thundering of your heart. You’ll faint at this rate if he keeps coming up with new pet names every minute.
“You’re breathtaking.”
He feels his cheeks flush like a schoolboy and grins, clicking his tongue. “You can't just recycle my compliment. You gotta come up with a new one.”
“Yeah? Well then, show me what you got and I might feel inspired,” you tease, feeling a surge of boldness at seeing his blushing face. “Take off your clothes, Kennedy.”
An almost pained sound escapes him at the command, relishing in your audacious demeanor. There is an undeniable nervousness in his gut as he loosens his already slackened tie, but he wants to be vulnerable with you just like you are—standing bare in front of him.
You watch as he makes quick work of undoing the top two buttons of his shirt, only to pull it over his head, clearly not wanting to waste time. Then, with his muscled torso on display, he starts to unbuckle his belt with his bottom lip sucked into his mouth in concentration.
Oh, God, maybe you really are going to faint.
The last time you saw Leon shirtless was three years ago, during the summer of 2012. He was training at the gym in HQ in the middle of the night—probably because he couldn't sleep—and you had just returned from a mentally taxing intel mission. He didn't see you when you came in to let out the built-up tension of surveillance work, and you walked in on him mid dirty t-shirt change.
You think about that day often. How the fabric clung to his sweat glistened body. How he smiled at seeing you returning safe and sound, while pulling the garment on to cover himself out of respect. He was as cute as ever, apologizing as if he had inconvenienced you with the gorgeous sight.
But even with that glimpse of skin and the many times his wet tops stuck to his abs, it still wouldn't have prepared you for just how insanely hot this man is. And this is only half of him.
Unzipping his fly, he doesn't catch your wandering gaze as he concentrates on undressing himself completely. He lowers his pants and steps out of them, then chucks off his socks, pushing everything into a neat little pile in the corner of the bathroom floor.
When he straightens back up with only his boxer briefs for modesty, he finds you smirking like you just won the jackpot, your eyes trained on his aching bulge. He would have something smart to say if not for the flusteredness you instill in him, despite his older age. Only you would manage to get him this shy.
Clearing his throat, he musters the confidence to yank his underwear down in one swift motion, kicking it to the side, then standing up with his back straight like his face isn't growing redder with every passing second under your stare.
And boy, does he love your stare.
You look at him like he’s some kind of masterpiece. Like you're fighting the urge to kiss every inch of his skin. Especially the ones between his legs, because fuck—his dick is big, and veiny, and leaking, and fucking hell, did he also have to have the perfect cock on top of everything else?
“You weren't kidding…” you comment in a choked whisper.
“Shut up,” he blushes, moving to grab your hand and guide you into the shower before he can start twitching under your hungry gaze—which he definitely didn't do already.
Nearly stumbling on your feet from horniness, you follow him into the tub and watch as he closes the striped plastic curtain behind you. The air between you suddenly feels even more intimate now within the confines of the shower. It doesn't help either that his tall and broad silhouette fills up the space so much, making him look intimidating despite his gentleness.
“Um, do you like it hot or on the cooler side?” you ask softly, reaching for the valve on the tiled wall.
“I like whatever you like.”
And there goes your heart lurching in your chest again. Your life expectancy is steadily decreasing in the presence of the fellow agent. You just hope you’ll get to suck him off at least once before passing away from lovesick fool syndrome.
Once the water on, you both momentarily step back while the stream reaches the desired temperature, but not before Leon laughs when the cold spray brushes your shoulder and you jump.
“Come here, you baby,” he teases, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back against his chest.
“I’m not a baby, it's really cold!”
He kisses the droplets on your skin in response, a smile tugging at his lips at your grumpy retort. “You’re my baby.”
With his soft whisper and his mouth trailing up your neck, you feel yourself melt like putty as you sink back into him, only to feel his painfully hard erection against your lower back.
Oh, you’re not waiting anymore.
Turning around you tug him under the now warm water alongside you, and crash your lips to his so hard his eyes go wide, your hands gripping his wet locks. You take the opportunity to slide your hands down to his biceps and give them a squeeze, then, you run them along his chest and trace the fine hairs on his torso. Every part of him feels like it was molded for your palms and you can't stop touching him, making him gasp when you caress his toned stomach.
When you feel he’s dazed enough from your fervent kiss, you proceed to push him against the wall and sink to your knees faster than he can react.
Leon feels his brain short circuit in real time, the image of you dripping wet and kneeling before him being something out of his wildest dreams. Hell, even in his dreams you didn't look this good—and certainly not this bold.
“Kid, you really don't have to—”
“I want to. Now please shut up and let me taste you, Leon, I’ve waited for this long enough.”
“Shit… Y-yeah, okay,” he swallows hard at your whiny, yet definitive command.
His agreement is all you need before you’re placing your hands on his thick thighs, slick drooling down your own. You can feel your cunt clench and unclench at the sheer sight of him soaked, water running down his perfect body, while his chest heaves before you even have him in your mouth. But you won't make him wait any longer.
With your eyes locked on his, you wrap your fingers around his base, then lick a long stripe from the bottom to the top of his throbbing cock. Your tongue glides over the protruding veins, and it instantly makes him twitch with a whimper. You don't think you’ve ever heard him whimper.
Greedy for more of his noises, all shyness is thrown out the window when you grab his length more firmly just to obscenely tap it on your outstretched tongue repeatedly.
Leon feels like he’s gonna die.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re—fuck—” he grunts in a mixture of awe and pure heat, precum oozing a little more out of his slit.
You hum in response, flicking your tongue in kitten licks on the underside of his cockhead, right on the frenulum. His reaction is immediate as he reaches his hands to cup your cheeks, like he can't believe something so precious can be so filthy.
Only then do you wrap your lips around the head to suckle gently, closing your eyes at the taste and feel of him. He looks too beautiful like this, looming over you and yet at your complete mercy. You wish you could stay like this forever.
Pulling away just enough to spit on his pulsing dick, you spread the mixture of saliva and pre to coat him fully with rhythmic jerks of your arm. Then, you take him in your mouth again, driving your tongue into his leaking slit.
Leon doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. Everything you do has him making pathetic sounds, and his fingers are twitching where they reverently stroke your face. He feels like he’s gonna cum embarrassingly fast, but then again it's a wonder he didn't orgasm earlier from eating you out.
While he tries to hold on to make this last as long as possible, every muscle in his abdomen contracting, you, on the other hand, show no mercy.
You start to gently squeeze his balls with one hand, feeling the soft flesh on your palm, while the other keeps stroking him with twists of your wrist, all as your mouth engulfs as much of his fat cock as possible. Though, no matter how much you try, you can only take about a third of him before your eyes water as you gag.
When you do, your throat constricting around his tip, he hisses in pleasure, but quickly shakes his head. “Don't hurt yourself for me, baby…”
Reluctantly, you do as he says even if the idea of choking on his dick makes your pussy flutter. So you continue working him with both hands and your mouth, tonguing his glans again just to collect his salty precum before it even oozes.
When he reaches the edge, his hands tighten on your head, fingers digging into your scalp to push you back as he strains out a warning between clenched teeth.
“Fuck, kid, I’m gonna—”
But before he can succeed in pushing you off, you sink your mouth further with a muffled whine, and there's nothing he can do except shake as he shoots his load down your throat with a string of curses and moans.
You swallow every drop of his generous spend, your head dizzy with arousal, as you stare up at him in complete adoration. You only ever fantasized about what he would taste like, but this is better than you ever thought. There's so much fucking cum it's seeping past your lips, but you do a quick work of licking it clean.
The moment the last shudder of his climax passes through him, he’s hauling you up with firm hands on your waist, then presses you against the wall just roughly enough to startle you but not enough to hurt.
The next thing you know, his lips are on yours in a sloppy, tongue filled kiss while he grips your jaw securely. He feels lightheaded tasting the muskiness of his own semen from your mouth, licking your drooly state eagerly. When he pulls back, his thumb brushing your bottom lip, the blue in his eyes is nearly swallowed by his dark pupils.
“You’re so fucking sexy. You drive me fucking insane.”
You whine, rubbing your thighs together in need as you cling to him to pull him closer.
“Leon, you have no idea how insane you make me…”
“Yeah? Then tell me, princess, I’d love to know. Because on my end, I’ve been fighting the urge to say ‘fuck it’ and bend you over the nearest surface from that moment in those vents.”
Your eyes widen as you recall the memory of accidentally backing into his face in the narrow air ducts, feeling your cheeks grow hot in embarrassment.
“I thought you were upset about that…”
“Upset? Baby if I could, I would’ve pulled those tight little cargo pants down and tasted you right then and there…” he chuckles darkly, but then, his tone softens into something more vulnerable. “I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at myself for wanting you. It’s been hell trying to fight it.”
You want to tell him he has no idea the battle you have been fighting for years—constantly guilty over your feelings. Even now, with his naked body pressed against yours, you're still scared of being too much, too intense, so you keep the full truth to yourself.
“You don't have to fight it anymore. I’m right here.”
Leon feels his chest tighten knowing you're only ‘here’ for a short time before you’ll eventually leave. He hates that this is only happening now, days before your departure. But what is he supposed to do? Beg you to stay? Beg you to let go of a great opportunity for him?
No. It’s not like he's stupid enough to believe he deserves you. What's happening right now is nothing short of a miracle, and he’s aware it's not meant to last.
One day, you’ll meet someone that's not broken. Someone who you can grow and prosper with. Someone to raise a family with. And he will watch from the sidelines and wish you all the best, even if it rips him apart. Because at the end of the day, he will never not be the man that killed your father and dragged you into a world of blood and gore. No matter how much he cares for you like it's his sole purpose.
He feels a sudden urge to yell and curse at the life that has always been so unfair to him, but he refuses to let it ruin this precious moment with you.
With a rough kiss to your lips, he spins you around suddenly so that your chest is pressed against the cold tile. Then, with a nibble at your ear, he brings a hand to the supple flesh of your ass and begins kneading it.
“And I’m not letting you go anywhere tonight.”
A finger plunges into your soaked, silky cunt to punctuate his promise, the glide so easy he immediately adds a second one just to feel you clench.
You can barely speak apart from whimpered pleas, and he obliges by steadily finger fucking you, all while his other hand delivers light slaps to your ass that have you going absolutely feral.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. About this pretty ass under my hands and this little pussy around my fingers.”
“Fuck, y-you talk so dirty…”
“Hmm, I guess I do… Do you like it?” he bites your ear again.
“I fucking love it,” you rasp out in a feverish moan.
“Then I won't stop. This sweet cunt is the prettiest I’ve ever seen, baby, and it deserves to know it."
You twist your upper body just to kiss him past your shoulder, and he groans into your mouth, curling his fingers inside you. With your contorted torso, he dips his head down to latch onto your nipple and feels your tight walls pulse around his digits at the act.
“Look at you falling apart from me. I could do this forever, darling,” he whispers between wet sucks. “I could kiss all over this sweet body until you’re shaking every fucking day if you let me.”
The hand that was gently spanking you moves to your front, cupping your pussy like he owns it, and for the night, he likes to pretend that he does. Earnest fingers then spread your folds, and soon enough he’s rubbing precise circles on your clit that have you absolutely sobbing.
“Louder, baby,” he grunts against your skin, giving your puffy nipple a light bite. “Let me hear it.”
It’s all too much for you to bear and before you know it, your moans are echoing against the steamy bathroom walls as you cum hard with unintelligible mentions of his name. Your fingers slip against the wet tiles, your head is thrown back against his shoulder, all while he mouths your throat in adoring worship.
“Leon…” you whimper, clearer now, as you come down from the high, and his heart flutters like a love stricken idiot.
“My good girl.”
New chapter coming soon.
i am a smut writer after all 😏
i have a little scheduling announcement and that is that i am going to be uploading on sunday from now on instead of saturday because i'm freeing up that slot for my other series, hofah, so wednesdays and sundays will be the new upload days from now on 💖
I was 4 updates behind. And goddamn. Im glad becuase i wouldve gone feral waiting for the updates ❤️. I didnt know I was missing Leon "Dirty Talk" Kennedy in my life❤️❤️
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AN: This was a ride... I started off with one idea, wrote it and then it veered off my desired plan?? Also realized I don't really put summaries or blurbs for these and I don't know if ya'll prefer having them, so I think I'm gonna start adding them.
Also if I didn't post it now I'd never post it.
Summary: She works on the admin side. She's self expressive; colored hair and piercings. It's a regular day at work, tormenting the doctors about their charting when she runs into someone from her past.
Warnings: +18 | Unnamed OC/Reader? | Use of Silly Nickname(s) (Nova/Records) | Adult/Vulgar Language/Swearing | Hurt/comfort | Smut | Depictions of violence | Past Abus!ve relationship | Protective Abbot | Communicate ppl | Boring office work | Medical Inaccuracies | implied/established relationship | Implied age gap (reader late 20's/early 30's) | not beta'd,(we die like real men)
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I was busy, fiddling with one of my two nose piercings. The stupid end wouldn't twist. I'd already dropped it once, and it was a miracle I'd found it. I huffed, putting the threaded end on the bathroom counter before huffing (again) and throwing my head back, "That's the third sigh in the past 15 minutes. What's wrong?" Jack called out.
The frustration was so wild in my chest I could feel the warm sting of tears building in my eyes; it was silly, but frustrating all the same. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, "Can you help me? I can't get my ring to close."
Jack walked into the bathroom, a sweet smile on his face, "C'mon Nova, give it here," The way he said his special nickname for me softened my frustrations. He opened his palm for the end piece and motioned for me to sit on the countertop. I obliged, scooting my bottom onto the cold surface, my sweats doing their best to shield my skin. I tilted my head back, giving him full access to the horseshoe-style ring as he stepped between my legs. I remember the first time I asked Jack to help with my jewelry. I teased him 'If the steady hands of a doctor can't help me, I'm screwed.' Now, anytime he was home, if I needed assistance, he was happy to help. In fact, he let slip that he sometimes wished I would struggle so he could help. It gave him free rein to just... look at me, and take all of me in (his words, not mine).
He was able to twist the black gem into place, making it nice and secure. His hands came down to my hips, trapping me on the counter. He leaned in slowly, placing gentle kisses on my nose, cheek, forehead, and then finally my lips. I melted into the kiss, my hands resting against his chest before creeping up and around his shoulders. His hands snaked up around my waist, pulling me tighter against him. There was a whirl of heat building in the bottom of my abdomen. If we didn't stop, he'd be late for sure. A moan slipped from my lips as his tongue danced with mine. I slipped my hands back to his firm chest, giving him a light push. He groaned, stepping back a bit, "I can be a little late—Robby owes me." He shrugged.
"I thought you were heading in early to cover for someone?" I rolled my eyes, smiling at him. "Besides, you always say that. I don't want your friends to hate me. Making you late all the time."
He nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, Robby owes me a lot. " His hands came up to my chin, pulling my face closer to him. "They won't hate you. In fact, I think Robby loves you a little."
"Oh yeah?" I teased, genuinely curious.
"Yeah, something about me being more pleasant." He waved off like a joke. Truthfully, I believed him. I'd heard from a few of his coworkers/friends that he was less pleasant, less easy to be around, before I met him.
"So should I make you extra pleasant to be around for your shift?" I hummed, leaning back into him.
"Oh, they might enjoy that... I know I would." He placed a kiss in the crook of my neck.
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"Sir, are you gonna fuck me or are we gonna keep talking in circles about your coworkers?" I challenged, the heat in the pit of my abdomen had melted its way between my legs. I could feel the pulsing between my legs, an ache I wanted him to soothe.
"Well, if you insist." He lifted me off the counter, his lips locked on mine, and walked towards the bed.
I mumbled against his lips, in between kisses, "You sit first."
"Yes ma'am." He lowered himself onto the bed first, my knees straddling his lap. I gave him one last deep kiss before tracing wet kisses down to his jaw, then his neck, only stopping due to the collar of his shirt. I pushed off from his lap, lowering myself between his legs. He looked down, my dyed hair draping loosely around my face. I didn't reach for his waistband; I aimed lower, lifting his pant leg.
"Nova-Baby..."
"I want to. For you." I glanced up at him, my eyes full of love and warmth. He gave in, watching as I removed his prosthetic with practiced ease. I rubbed my thumbs across his leg. I sat forward on my knees, hands pulling against his waistband. Pulling his cock free, I placed kisses against his warm, erect shaft to the tip. A sigh emitted from his throat as my lips wrapped around the head, my hand caressing his balls. The weight of him in my mouth as I swirled my tongue along his shaft, fanning the excitement in me. I swirled around the tip and down his length, taking all of him in. His hand came up and grabbed my hair, pulling it out of the way. He held it in a ponytail, watching as I bobbed and sucked. My free hand wrapped around the base, pumping his shaft when I focused on the tip. He released a groan as my drool began running down his length, mixing with the movement of my hand. A taste that was purely him mixed with his pre-cum began fanning the heat in my core.
He couldn't take it much more; his hands reached down and nearly yanked me up, tossing me onto his lap. I squeaked, the feel of his unclothed erection nudged against my clothed heat. His mouth connected with mine in a sloppy kiss. He trailed his kisses down to my neck, nipping at my pulse point. My hips pressed down, grinding against him, the friction delicious against my clit.
"I need you." He breathed as he nipped down my neck.
I hummed, my hands reaching down to my hips to wiggle out of my sweats, discarding them on the floor. My underwear damp and clinging to my folds. I ground against his length, and he groaned. Jack reached down between us and moved my underwear to the side, letting my slick skin touch his. Grinding against him, still seated at the edge of the bed, the friction was tightening the coil twisting in my abdomen. I lifted myself and positioned his tip against my slick folds. I lowered onto him. Every bit I lowered, there was a stretch and a build of pressure. Jack hissed, his hands landing on my hips to slow me down.
My lips landed on his, a smile creeping up, "What's wrong old man, too much for you?"
"You... were made for me, ya' know that?" He smirked.
I hummed, my thighs finally flush against his. I could feel the pressure when he twitched inside of me. His hands slipped under my shirt, fluidly sliding the fabric up and off of me, and in turn pulling his shirt over his head. One of my arms wrapped around his bare shoulders while the other braced against his firm chest. I lifted off of him, letting all but his tip exit my folds before I lowered again, picking up my pace as I began to bounce. I rocked my hips as I did, creating friction against my clit. I moaned, Jack eating up the sound with a kiss. He reached up, cupping one of my breasts in his hand, kissing the skin around the other before taking it in his mouth. The sensation set my nerves ablaze. My head lulled back, Jack's name slipping out between moans.
"J-Jack. Jack I-I'm gonna-"
His hand slipped between our bodies once again, providing extra attention to my clit, "Fuck! Jack." My pleasure peaked, snapping the coil that burned within my core. Jack slammed his lips against mine, drinking in my moans. I slowed down, pausing to breathe. Jack wrapped his arms around my waist, his lips still pressed to mine. With his arms around my waist, he rolled us over, placing me on my back. I lay against the soft bedding, Jack hovering over me. He lowered himself, kissing me again, slower this time, sweeter. He lined himself up against my core again, the slick of my previous orgasm easing his entrance.
It was sweeter this time, my body still ebbing from my orgasm. When Jack rocked his hips against mine, there was the coil again, rebuilding itself. Every twitch and thrust of his cock, filling me again and again. His lips attacked my neck and chest once more with wet kisses. I wasn't too worried about the marks he was leaving in his wake. I hardly saw people face-to-face, especially at work.
His hand replaced where his lips were, his grip enough to spark pleasure through me again. My voice stopped in my throat, moans mixing with gasps. My eyes shot open, then quickly fluttered shut, the pleasure clouding my senses, "God, baby- you look so good under me." Jack's hand slipped from my neck up to my cheek, pulling my lips to his.
"Fuck... I love you." I mumbled between kisses.
"I love you." He pulled back just a little, bracing on one arm while the other snaked under my back and pulled my chest to his.
My back arched into him as my arms wrapped around his shoulders and my lips danced up and down his neck. The salty taste of skin, and the closeness added to the taut coil twisting between my legs. There was a tension in his shoulders, the rhythmic piston of his hips, and he was getting close, too. I licked up the side of his neck, planting wet kisses to his cheek, "mmhm-fill me up Jack-make me yours..."
He groaned, "Fuck, baby- you are mine." His hips stuttered as he pressed his face into my hair. His arm pulled back from under me, and his hand caressed down my side to my clit. He rubbed precisely against my clit, "Cum for me baby."
His words and his movements coaxed my second orgasm from me. Tossing my head back and arching once more into him, a wet heat bloomed in my core and down my legs. Jack gave a few more thrusts before carefully lowering himself onto me. Both of us breathless. I hummed, one hand stroking through his damp curls.
"You didn't die on me, did you?" A teasing smile made its way onto my face.
Jack pulled back, removing himself from between my legs, and a soft sigh from my lips. He looked down at me, his eyes rolling as he planted one final, passionate kiss on my lips. He sat at the edge of the bed, opting for his crutches, and then made his way into the bathroom.
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He took, probably, the quickest shower known to man, before he got redressed. Jack sat down, putting his prosthetic back on, as I got out of bed and threw on one of Jack's discarded shirts. He gave me a soft kiss before heading towards the door, "Are you coming in tonight?"
"Just for a few hours. Who else is gonna bitch at Santos and the rest of you about your charting." I teased as I popped my head past the bedroom door.
Jack gave an amused smile before closing the door behind him. I hopped in the shower, got dressed, and packed myself a snack, along with Jack's lunch—which he always forgets. At this point, I think he does it, so I have to come down from my office to see him.
As I walked into the building, a few of the dayshift doctors were heading out. They waved and smiled. I made my way through the maze-like hallways. My office was big enough for me, a desk, a file cabinet, and 2 chairs. I didn't need any extra space, considering it was just me in here most of the time. The small nameplate on the door read "Health Information Manager," or, as the hospital staff affectionately calls me, "Records."
I was reviewing one of the patient files that was flagged by the system for inaccuracies. I scanned through the files, a few highlighted sections signaling the discrepancies. Checking the doctor who signed off on it, I rolled my eyes. Goddamn it. Was this on purpose?
I took the file in my hand and made my way down to the ED. Luckily, a few of the dayshifters were still meandering about. I approached the hub, my eyes scanning the sea of people. Sure enough, there she was, planted at a desk typing away at the computer. I walked over, tapping the counter in front of her as I stopped, "Dr. Santos... We must stop meeting like this."
Santos huffed and pinched her eyes before looking at me, "Shit. What's wrong now?"
"I know your shift is just about over, and you're tired. But I can't submit this patient file with these discrepancies."
She slumped forward, resting her head on the desk, "Kill me now."
"Are you torturing my residents?"
"Always," I turned around, my eyes landing on a very frazzled attending, "Oh wow... You... Look like shit."
"Well good day to you too." Robby nodded with a sarcastic smile.
"Why are you still here?" I asked, looking at the barely chaotic ED, "You do know Jack's here... Go home."
Robby nodded, his sarcastic smile softening, "Yeah, I just saw him. He seems happy today."
"Nothing like a good-day's sleep."
"Sure, we'll go with that." Robby chuckled.
"Anyways, Santos-" I turned around, eyes landing on the empty swivel chair. I spun back around, finding Robby taking a step back, "Oh no you don't. Your monkey, your circus. Should've gone home when you had the chance." I smiled as I put the file in his hands and walked away.
I walked through the ED, heading back to my side of the hospital, when I heard a voice over my shoulder: "Watch out guys, Records is on the prowl." I turned around, and my eyes landed on John, holding two coffees.
"I'm the boogey man you scare the kids with, aren't I?" I laughed as I made my way over to him, as he outstretched the spare coffee. I gasped cheekily, "For me? I feel like this is a bribe... What'd you do?"
"I would never do that. Not so obviously, anyway." John quipped dryly.
A hand grazed my hip, a warm presence standing beside me, "Dr. Abbot."
"How did you-?"
"I just know these things. Duh." I smiled, looking him dead in the eye before chuckling.
"Ya know, you say that often enough that I think I'm starting to believe you..." Jack mumbled.
"I believe it," John nodded, taking a long sip from his coffee, "She knows things."
"Alright, as much as I love talking with you guys, I have paperwork to scrutinize, and you have patients to save." I gave Jack's hand a squeeze as I pulled it away from my side. I nodded at John, "Thank you for the bribery."
Back in my office, I was checking emails and going over more files. Thrilling work, really. I set aside the day-shift files in one pile and the night-shift files in another. Dayshift would be tomorrow's problem. I looked at the time—I could afford a little break right now. I grabbed the few files and the bag I had Jack's lunch in. I walked back down towards the ED, the volume a little louder as I got closer to the doors.
Pushing through the doors, two patients rolled in through the ambulance bay doors. I walked towards the Hub, gently placing my files on the counter. Lena looked up at me, then at the files, "Please don't tell me those are nightshift files."
"...and if I were to tell you they were..."
"You have my permission to torture them."
"Ooh, promise?" I smiled cheekily.
"Who are you looking for hun?"
"Let's see I have patient files for Ellis... and Shen. Oh-ouch." I playfully winced as I separated the files by doctor.
"What? But I got you coffee-" John protested as he overheard his name.
"How does he do that?" Lena shook her head.
"It's nothing major, the files can wait. I would like to have them fixed by the end of the week though."
"That's literally tomorrow." Lena laughed.
"Is it? Huh-"
"Where's Abbot, I have a bone to pick with him-" Parker mumbled, appearing right next to me.
"If it's about me don't bother- I'm a you problem baby." I smirked.
"Never about you Records. No, the patients they brought in, came from a bar fight- the one I got is a real piece a' work." Parker groaned.
"Want me to beat 'em up. I could totally take 'em."
"Down Killer- who are we beating up?"
"Dr. Abbot, just the man I was looking for." Parker glared.
"Her patient they took to West 14." Lena muttered.
"Want me to take over?" Jack raised an eyebrow, looking between Parker and me.
"Nah- I can handle it." Parker looked at me again, "I just like complaining and hearing our girl say she could take 'em."
"Nuh uh- my monkey, my circus." Jack huffed, going back to the clipboard Lena put in front of him, "Or whatever you said to Robby earlier."
"You teachin' this old dog new tricks?" Parked nudged me.
"Don't you have patients to see?" Jack cut in.
Parked turned and walked off to another patient. Jack followed her with his eyes before looking at me. He crossed his arms over his chest before a small smile sprouted on his face. God, he's so handsome.
"So who am I harassing about patient files tonight?"
"What- maybe I just-"
"Shen and Ellis." Lena spoke up, pointing in the direction Parker took off in.
"-came down to see you..." Jack glanced at the small stack of files behind me as I raised the small tote in my hands, "I also brought you food." I smiled.
"Jack if you don't appreciate her, I'm sure Ellis has no problem steppin' in." Lena teased.
Jack opened his mouth to fire off a quip when he stopped himself, preferring to let her have this one than incur the wrath of his charge nurse. I smiled at Lena, trying to hold back a laugh as Jack rolled his eyes and placed his hand on my waist. I walked with him towards the breakroom, his hand never leaving my waist. He pushed open the breakroom door with one hand, letting me walk in first.
"Alright Mister." I turned with a pointed look, "Eating a balanced meal in important. I don't care when you do it. But You need to eat. Something other than protein bars." I added, as his mouth opened.
"I like you bossy." He mumbled, his hands pulling me closer.
"And I like you fed." I smiled, placing the tote between us.
Jack took the tote in his hand, walked over to the fridge, and put his lunch inside. He was almost halfway through his shift, and he was already starting to favor his good leg. Mmm, I see a massage in his future. I walked up behind him, my arms wrapping around his midsection. I pressed the side of my face against his back, holding him there for a moment. He stilled before placing his hands atop mine and loosening them enough for him to turn around. I looked up at him, and he placed a kiss on my forehead, then on my lips.
"You're too good to me." He frowned.
"What can I say, you spend so much of your time and energy taking care of others. Someone's gotta take care of you." I smiled. I placed a soft kiss against his stubble. "Alright, I have files to get back to, and you have patients." I pulled away from him and made my way towards the door.
Jack pulled it open, letting me through first, and I took a step forward, gently touching his chest one last time, "Hey, take breaks when you can ok? I know it's hard when you're going in so many directions."
As I walked away, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I slipped my phone out of my pocket and saw Jade's name light up on it. I was distracted enough by my phone that I didn't see the person in my path. I ran smack in to their shoulder and my phone clattered against the hospital floor. Shit.
"Oh god-I'm so sorry-I wasn't looking where-" The words came out fast, I scrambled for my phone before standing up, "-I was going..." A set of deep brown eyes bore into mine, setting my nerves ablaze.
"Hey Wildcat."
I could feel my shoulders straighten. My fists clenched and my knees locked. "Eric? What-What are you doing here?"
His smile was sharp, almost wicked if you knew him. And I did. I was stuck in place; it was only when a nurse sidestepped around us, their hand ghosted over my shoulder. I breathed an apology and stepped closer to the wall. Eric followed suit, "Oh, you know Alex. A little too much to drink." He stepped an inch closer, "He surprised me with a bachelor party out here."
"Oh wow. Y-you're getting married?" The shock, evident in my tone, "Lucky girl."
He nodded, his eyes glancing down to my hands, "Still not married I see."
Like the angel he was, Jack walked up next to me. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, his eyes ghosting from Eric to mine. "I need to borrow you for a sec."
I nodded, a little too quickly, "Right, of course."
"Wildcat, manners." Eric chided and stuck out his hand, "Eric Sutter. Me and Wildcat, we go way back."
Jack's eyebrow quirked as he eyed his outstretched hand before reaching out, "Dr. Jack Abbot."
"Alright, well then. Dr. Abbot shall we." I motioned for him to get me outta here lead the way. We started walking, and I glanced up at him, "Uhh-What did you need me for?"
"Absolutely nothing." He smiled, "You just looked like you wanted to be anywhere else but there." He turned the corner towards West 12, "So Wildcat? I take it that's the same Eric from college?"
"Yeah..." I sighed, "Said he's out here for his bachelor party... I feel sorry for whoever he's marrying..." I mumbled the last part. "He came win with Ellis's patient in West 14. I can only assume it's his buddy Alex." I nodded to West 14 as we passed it.
"Want me to alert security?" Jack asked, stopping us in front of the picture wall.
"No, I doubt they'd be stupid enough to do anything around all these people. 'Sides, Alex isn't the aggressive one, and Eric isn't stupid."
Jack gave me an unsure look, "Well, you let me know when you head out. I'll walk you to your car." I smiled at him, protective as always. I leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
Back in my office, I finally checked my message from Jade.
J<3
Hey, I just saw on IG Eric and Alex are in Pittsburgh.Are you ok?
You do know I don't live in a small town?
J<3
Doesn't mean you shouldn't be careful
I sighed at her message, not like she wasn't wrong;
And I can't exactly prove you wrong…
he's here, they both are
J<3
WHat!? R U serious??
Did you tell Jack??
Oh he knows. I bumped right into Eric, Jack saw the whole thing. He practically saved me.
So he knows they're here.
J<3
Good.
I expect a text for you in an hour
You want a proof of life?
J<3
Yes
You're ridiculous. ok.❤️
I shook my head, looking back at the number of files I had to go over. In the back of my head, I could feel the beginning of a headache. I took a couple of Tylenol before diving right back into the files.
I groaned, placing my head back in my hands.
I felt the terror rising in my chest. He's coming home. He'll be here soon. He's gonna be so pissed. I got distracted while studying for my finals and lost track of time. My phone had 5 missed calls and a dozen or so texts from him, all demanding to know where I was, why I wasn't answering, and why I wasn't coming home immediately. I walked through the house, and it was empty. Empty and quiet.
I tried to throw together a quick dinner, something to placate him. I looked at my outfit and flew into the room to change. I threw on an outfit he liked and tossed my hair into a ponytail. If I look the way he likes, dinner—almost done... We'll be fine... I'll be fine.
The front door slammed open, hitting the wall behind it and then the frame as it closed. I zoomed from the bedroom to the kitchen, barely beating him in. I threw open the fridge and handed him a drink as he walked in.
"Hi baby- I'm sorry. I got stuck at the library-Finals coming up and what not." I smiled, hoping my reasoning would help soothe him over.
"Library? Dressed like that!?" He slammed his can onto the table, and some of the liquid splashed past the tab. He took 2 large strides over and grabbed my arm, yanking me onto my toes as he pulled me into him.
Everything shuffled.
My ears were ringing. My face felt hot and wet. Wet? I reached behind my ear, at the side of my neck. The skin beneath my fingertips stung. It felt almost sticky and slightly thin. But it coated my finger like candle wax. Crimson and bright. Like my eyes suddenly picked up every shade of red on the spectrum. And then it was wet again. Not my neck, but my cheeks. Brief and quick. I touched the back of my hand against my cheek, a trail leading to my lips. Salty. I'm crying... I'm bleeding... Why am I?
My eyes refocused, the dirty tile digging into my knees. The jagged pieces of glass that littered the floor. The way my hands were aching to grip and dig into the floor, in a reckless way to ground myself. My ears stopped ringing, the pain overshadowed by the fear that crept up my throat. The towering shadow that aimed to swallow my being whole. It was like staring into the eyes of a predator, someone above me in the food chain. I shrank back. If I make myself smaller, he'll leave. If I play dead, he won't want to eat me.
What good is dinner without a show?
I was wrong. The closer I curled in on myself, the more of me he swallowed. The blow he dealt felt like he was breaking more than just my resolve. I could feel the crack in my ribs, like branches snapping. The squeeze of my stomach and the twisting in my muscles as I tried. Tried. To shield the vulnerable parts of me behind anything.
When my jaw cracked against itself, I lost it. Tile had never felt so... comforting. I knew I was still breathing, and I knew there was no way out of this. I waited, my chest aching as I tried to breathe.
He walked away.
I dragged myself to the bathroom. The mirror held back nothing when I stood in front of it. It revealed the broken girl I was, inside and out. I hadn't died, but I wanted to. There's no way I'll be free. I have to... I have to...
The pounding on the door shook the whole house. Like an earthquake from deep inside the crust. I dropped against the cabinet, pleading silently, pleading out loud for him to-
I shot up, wiped my eyes—a cold trail streaked across the bridge of my nose and my temple. I fell asleep... I looked around my desk, my office and looked at the time. It'd been 45 minutes. I groaned; the headache from before was less than a dull throb now. I went back to the files and the patient requests. A few more minutes passed by, and I noticed the time. Time for my proof of life. I picked up my phone and snapped a picture of myself rolling my eyes, sending it to Jade;
I'm still kickin'
She sent back a laughing emoji and a heart.
J<3
Report back in 2 hours. Night bitch.
I chuckled, looking back at the time, oh yeah, she's definitely heading to bed. I should finish up with these requests and head home soon. There was a ping from my computer, a bubble notification in my email. I opened the email; it was from someone downstairs looking for a specific file they couldn't find in the system. And this is why I keep physical back-ups. The same excuse I told myself whenever someone made fun of my file cabinets.
I pulled the file from the cabinet and left my office. I swung my door open, file in hand. And there he was.
Stood in the hall, near my office door, "Hey Wildcat." His wicked smile was more obvious than last time.
"Eric." I said flatly, trying to hide the edge in my voice, "I thought I told you not to call me that."
"Mmm- you did, doesn't mean I have to listen to you." He took a step closer.
I took a step back, "You shouldn't be here."
"This is a hospital is it not?"
I pushed past him, walking quickly towards the stairs. People use the stairs all the time. I don't wanna be trapped in an elevator with him. I could hear his heavy footfalls behind me. He reached out and grabbed me by my bicep.
"You don't get to just walk away from me again." He grumbled, that all too familiar anger bubbling in his voice.
"You don't get to touch me anymore." My teeth clenched as I yanked free. I took the opportunity to rush down the stairwell. Flying down them two at a time till I hit the first landing. I looked behind me and didn't spot him. I sighed and continued down. When I got to the ED floor, I took a deep breath to try not to look so panicked. A new dull ache pulsing down my arm.
Ok... ok I got this... Just drop off the file and head back to the office. Smile, wave, nod, leave. Smile, wave, nod, leave. Smile-
I pushed through the doors and rounded the corner to the hub. I made my way over and placed the file atop the counter, "I'm back." I announced in a soft sing-song voice.
Lena looked up, a smile sprouting on her face, "Who are you here for now?"
"Oh no one yet, I actually got a request that someone down here needed a file." I said, holding up the file.
"Perfect timing. Mateo, the file Shen was looking for is here."
Mateo turned around and stared at the file of papers in my hand. "A physical file? How old are you?"
"I can take it back if you're too good for my file." I pulled the file closer to my chest. "I'm kidding." I teased, offering the file up again, "You're lucky I like you."
Mateo smiled, taking off with the file.
I chuckled to myself and looked back at Lena, "Hey... you seen Dr. Abbot?" My eyes glanced around the ED.
"I think he's in with a patient." She gestured towards the central rooms. "Why d'you need something honey?"
"Oh no," I waved off as I stepped away from the counter, "it's nothing that can't wait."
Lena looked up, pulled her glasses off, and her eyes peeled apart the facade I fronted, "Honey, you look a little... frazzled. Are you sure you're ok?"
I paused for a minute. It's nothing you can't handle. I glanced around the room again—still no sign of Jack. "Just tired."
She nodded, not buying my answer but also not pushing any further. I gave her a soft smile before excusing myself. I rounded the corner back towards the stairwell. Once I was past the door, I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes and tried to center myself. I need to calm down. The door to the stairwell opened, low echoes from the ED flowed in, and the same heavy footsteps I could name in my sleep entered.
I turned to face him, his figure obscuring the doors. "Wildcat. Ya' know, I never thought I'd see you again. And out here of all places?" I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he stepped closer, "I almost didn't believe my eyes when I saw you." He reached out, backing me against the stairs' balustrade, now blocking my sight of the doors with his arm. "But I'd know your figure anywhere."
"Leave me alone." I choked out, the words dying off. My hand pressed against his chest, a sudden burst of fear tightening my throat.
His other hand came up and gripped my chin, tilting my head up, "I've missed you Wildcat. Why'd you leave?" His nose grazing my cheek. "D'You leave me for that old man out there? I saw the way he looked at you."
"Don't call me that." My nails dug into the skin of his forearm, "You need to leave. Or I'll make you." A dullness built in my ears, like they needed to pop. I swallowed the fear in my throat, "Does your fiancée know what kind of man you are? Huh? You think she'd be ok knowing you're still hung up on me?"
"Ohh, tough words for you, kitten. I know you. You wouldn't." His lips grazed my cheek, and his hand let go of my face to press against my chest. "Go ahead. Make. Me."
I pushed against his chest as hard as I could and brought my knee up, landing square into his crotch. He lurched forward, a deep groan drowning under the muted echoes of the ED's chaos. His hand came up again, gripping my neck and slamming me back into the wall. The force lifted my feet off the ground, my toes grazing the hospital floor, fighting for purchase. The dullness in my ears swallowing all of the sound. I yelped, and my instincts kicked in. My hand connected with his neck, and a wet choking sound shot out. His hand dropped from my neck, and my feet sat flatly against the floor. I brought my knee once more—to his face. I yelped again as his hand grabbed the front of my shirt and yanked me down to the floor. With the dullness in my ears, it felt like my ears were going to explode. He towered over me and brought his fist down. My arms went up to block his fist. I slammed my fist into his gut, shoved his face to the side, and bucked my hips to throw his off. His weight lifted off me, and I scrambled against the floor, propping myself onto my butt, with my hands behind me and my knees bent. Huffing, I stared at him on the floor, the words leaving my mouth in a whisper. "I-I'm not who you remember."
I felt a pair of hands on my shoulder and I spun around. My ears felt like they popped, "Honey-Honey it's me!"
There in front of me was Lena, and another nurse. Behind them was one of the ED security guards and John.
"That-bitch ju-st atta-tcked me!" Eric coughed out between gags, clutching at his neck.
Everything felt like too much and nothing, all at once; it was too bright, even with the bubbling darkness edging into my vision. It was too loud, but the dullness was creeping in again. My throat felt tighter and tighter, like breathing was impossible. My hands felt so clammy and rough. Lena lifted me to my feet and leaned me against the wall opposite the stairs. I lurched forward, gasping for air, the tightness in my throat traveling down to my chest.
"Get him out of here!" Lena barked, and John and the guard dragged Eric away. He kept shouting curses, but the echo in my ears felt more and more distant.
"Lena, what's open?"
"Sweetie can you walk?" Lena asked, but I just stared off in the direction Eric disappeared to, "Lets get her to-"
"Wh-Where's J-Jack?" My eyes darted around the hall, my hands gripping Lena's hand as she led me into the ED, "You-Don't tell h-"
"Are you up for a walk?" This time, I was able to give her a nod, "Ok, let's get her around to Central 7. Jack's in on a trauma right now."
"No. Lena. I don't need that." With help from another nurse, Lena began leading me into Central 7. "Really, I-I'm ok." The pain in my face was numbed by the adrenaline coursing through me.
I did. I hurt him.
That was me. I did it.
"Sweetheart. Stop talking, please." Lena huffed as she ushered me towards the bed. She turned and peeked out the door before turning back to me, curtain drawn and door closed. "I'm gonna have to get Jack-". I glanced at the top and slowly reached out. Glancing down at my own shirt, tattered and bloody.
My eyes snapped up to hers, "Can we wait... He's doing his job. Let me-We can..." I couldn't figure out how to say I didn't want him to see me, probably bloody and bruised.
There was a soft knock, and then a nurse came in with a blanket. She handed it to Lena, and she turned towards me. "Here...I'll send someone to see if he can step out." She offered, "If not then we'll wait for him to come out of the trauma and then I'll bring him over. But honey, you are gonna need to get checked out. I'll go get Ellis. She can start looking at you, and I'll have someone go and get your stuff from your office."
"Ok..." My voice sounded so different. It felt like I wasn't really here. I slowly unfolded the blanket and glanced at the pulled curtain. I struggled to pull the blanket around my shoulders, each muscle tight and achy.
I did. I hurt him. That was me. I did it.
I did. I hurt him. That was me. I did it.
I did. I hurt him. That was me. I did it.
I kept repeating those words—I'm pretty sure in my head. But I couldn't tell everything felt heavy, and quiet.
There was a gentle tap on the door, and Ellis poked her head in, "Hey," she said. She slid the curtain closed, stepping into the room. Her eyes were softer than I'd ever seen them. I must look horrible. I offered up the best smile I could. "Abbot's still in with the Trauma. So, I'm gonna take a look at what's going on."
She stepped forward, and I could see her eyes still on my face and neck, "L-Looks bad doesn't it?"
"What happened out there?" Parker felt from my face down to my neck, her pressure causing a full body wide wince, "-not that I believe him, but he's saying you just jumped him-"
I coughed, words caught in my throat, "Of course." I rolled my eyes as Parker fell lower down to my collarbone, "He-We uh-we used to date." I took a pause, my throat pulsing, "In college. Horrible time, really. Long story short, he hit me, and I left him, eventually."
She didn't say anything else, but when I adjusted my sitting position and winced, she looked me over once more. She asked if I was feeling pain anywhere else, and I shook my head. "Just my shoulders, probably from him slamming me into the stairs."
"Alright, can you lower the blanket, I'm gonna check your back." Parker motioned for me to try.
I loosened my hold on the blanket's corners and let it drop to the bed. Parker reached out and felt along my shoulders down to the base of my spine. Every so often, I winced, the pressure triggering pain. "Ok, yeah. We'll want imaging to rule out the worst, most likely just nasty bruising. Better safe than sorry." Parker gave one last nod. The door swung open, the pull of it causing the curtain to waver.
Ellis quieted as we both looked at the curtain being pulled back. Jack pulled the curtain closed again, distress written all over him. "Nova?" Oh god.
I froze, my mind racing now, how the hell do I explain this to Jack?
He won't be mad at me.
But I didn't tell him the first time.
No- he's not gonna be mad at me.
He's not.
Before Ellis walked out, she stopped next to Jack, "Jack, she's ok. A few cuts and bruises, I'm gonna put an order in for imaging, and I'll come back in a few, ok?"
He paused for a second, and in that second, I looked at him, and I felt everything all at once. When his eyes skated down from my neck, to the state of my clothes, and to the way I was sitting. He looked pissed, scared, and relieved all at once. I could feel his distress emanating from him.
"J-Ja-"
"What happened? Who did this?" His questions came piling out, "Are you ok? God, when did this happen?" And I didn't know which to address first.
"J-Jack. Pl-ease." A dry sob left, and my throat was tight again.
His mouth closed, halting any other questions, he sped over and paused before slowly grazing his hands along my arms. The cloud of emotions in his eyes subsided, only to be redirected at the body now standing in the doorway, "What the hell? She gets attacked, and you didn't come get me!? How long has she been here? Who did-"
"J-Jack!" I coughed, my hand gripping the front of his scrubs, "I-I asked them n-not to."
Lena held her hand up, slowly stepping out of the room, "I'm gonna give you two a minute to talk."
"Why?" He cupped my face, gently pulling my attention up.
I knew if they told you, you'd have come right away. I paused, slowly swallowing. I'm not dead, nowhere close. Your patients need their doctor.
His eyes closed as he shook his head, his hand now gently holding my chin, "Tell me. What happened? Who did this?"
I paused again, leaning a bit forward into his touch as I sighed, "Eric. When I came down to drop off a file. Eric attacked me in the stairwell. I got a few good hits in." With each word he read, I could see the hardness in his eyes coming back.
"Why didn't anyone come get me?" He let go of my chin and took a step back. "You should've come and got me, let me know you were coming down or-or-"
My eyes glued to the floor, he was right. If I had said something earlier, this wouldn't have happened... "I-I'm so-sorry." The words cracked in my throat, another dry sob shaking my chest.
Jack spun around fast, "No-no I didn't mean that. I'm not mad at you." He turned back towards me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, gently pulling me into a hug. "I was scared. I still am. When Lena told me you were in here. All of the worst things came into my head."
"But you're right... I should-should've said something to you," I paused, trying to calm my breathing once more, "I-I was just afraid."
Jack pulled back to look at me, "Afraid? Of what?" His face grimaced, and I gripped his scrubs once more.
"I was afraid of what you would do to him. I didn't know if you'd get so mad you'd want to confront him, or if seeing me would crush you." I let the words sink in before explaining, "Lena said she would send someone into trauma and see if you'd step out."
He opened his mouth like he was going to object, but then quickly closed it, "Ok... that's-they didn't say you were hurt."
"I didn't want to pull you from your patient." I muttered, trying to keep the tears at bay. "I know you Jack, you would've hated yourself for either choice you made. Whether you left your patient and they didn't make it, or if you stayed knowing I was in here. You would've stewed in it."
"So you made the decision for me." The way the words crawled out of his mouth sent a pang to my heart.
"...Yeah." I said with a soft nod, "Not to hurt you."
"Hurt me?" A dry chuckle slipped from his lips, "Baby, you're the one sitting on a hospital bed. You're actually hurt." He pulled away, looking at me softly.
"It only hurts a little." I said, a small smile creeping onto my face.
"You're gonna feel it tomorrow, my love."
"Then it's tomorrows problem."
Jack shook his head, his hands rubbing my arms. He sat with me on the bed, my body leaning into his as we waited. He had asked for some stuff to clean up the bloodstains on my face. Which, for me, was an interesting experience. Jack flinched more than I did when he began to clean my face. He slowed a bit as he followed the trail, and it dipped behind the blanket draped over my shoulders. He asked so softly to see. His eyes watered, and grew darker.
"It's not as bad as it looks." I whispered, "It ripped when he grabbed me... after I think... I broke his nose."
Jack snapped out of his whirling thoughts, "You broke his nose?" A smile prickling at his lips again.
"I think so... I used my knee." I shrugged, "The shirt can be replaced. But uhh-I think I'm ok with not replacing it." Jack leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead, as I tugged on a ripped piece of my shirt.
When they finally took me up for imaging, Jack breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing broken or torn. They said I had a minor concussion and that I needed plenty of rest for my throat and my hip. On our way back from Imaging, we passed by where they were holding Eric, with a police officer stationed outside the door. Jack paused right outside the door, burning a hole into the spot where Eric lay. Broken nose and bruised ego.
The police came, took my statement, and I gave them every detail. How I knew him, why I left, what he did. The female officer who was in the room taking my statement knelt down to look me in my eyes, "You fought back. You survived. Be proud of that."
While I was waiting in the room, Robby popped in, a soft smile on his face. The bruising was getting worse by the hour. He greeted Jack and then made his way in to see me, "Hey. How are you holding up?"
"I'll be better once everyone stops asking me." I huffed. As nice as it was to feel supported, I just wanted to move past the whole ordeal.
"Alright brother, it's all yours." Jack re-entered the room, clapping Robby on his shoulder.
"You. Get plenty of rest. And you. Take good care of her." Robby pointed at Jack and me.
Jack breathed a chuckle before turning back to me, "Let's get you home."
I cant stop thinking about Jack x Fix-it-man's daughter. Like she in passing complains about something being broken and he offers to fix it, but shes like 'oh no thats ok.' Completely oblivious to him offering because he likes her.
