“It tore again! I was sleeping an’ I woke up and it hurt really bad, and I vomited in my bed, and there was blood everywhere, and please don’t send me back!” The more blood he lost, the more panicked he grew, all but hyper ventilating in his fathers arms as he clung on tightly to the man. He was terrified that he’d get in trouble for the mess, with Joker he would have. The stitches that held his torso closed from Jokers games had opened once more, none of them taking to heal him. This was the sixth bought of them he’d had, and still they would not heal.
“Please don’t send me back! I’ll clean it up, daddy, I promise!” He swore, tears pouring from emerald eyes as he clutched on desperately.
“Shh, babybird.” He hates that it’s been taking so long for JJ to heal. He knows it’ll just take time for the antibiotics to burn out his infections and let his body heal but it still makes his heart ache to see his son in pain. “You’re not in trouble. You didn’t do anything bad. You’re gonna stay right here with me, okay?” He lays JJ on the gurney and kisses his forehead again. “I’m gonna give you some medicine to help you go back to sleep, and when you wake up I’m gonna be right here and everything will be fixed up and it won’t hurt anymore, okay? You’re safe, babybird, I’m gonna protect you.”
Jason turns on the anaesthetic tank and puts the mask over JJ’s mouth and nose. “Just breathe for me, JJ. You’re doing so good, I’m so proud of you.” He kisses his forehead. “I love you. Just sleep. I’m gonna make everything okay, I promise.”
