Deer In The Headlights

Alex's p.o.v.

*Beep* Beep* I was beginning to stir from my peaceful dream of me and Jack until my phone rang.

*Beep* *Beep*

Hello, sorry I'm not available right now, I really can't be bothered to pick my phone up. So yeah, leave a message after the beep-beep.

Alex, as soon as you get this message, call me, thanks, Danny.

I rolled over. What was he calling me at this time in the morning? What even is the time? I groaned, sitting up and looking over at my alarm. Six in the fucking morning! I don't get into work until one in the afternoon! I rubbed my eyes, shaking my hair and picking my phone up that was placed on the table beside me. I watched as it said I had a new voice mail and a missed call from my boss. I rolled my eyes, instantly calling him back.

"Hey, Alex." I heard Danny say, his English accent kicking in.

"Hey, sorry I didn't pick up, I couldn't really be bothered to, sorry." I apologise. I could hear Danny chuckling.

"You're voicemail-thing told me, it's okay. Hey, um, I'm here to call you about Jack, " Danny said, sounding serious. My heart flattered at his name. Danny was silent for a moment, but carried on.

"For some reason, he's dropped out of therapy. Well, his mum agreed to do so. So, you'll no longer have Jack as your patient. Also, you have a week off so I can find a new patient for you. One question though: did Jack make progress?" I wasn't even concerned about the question. I was more concerned on why Jack would drop out if therapy. He was doing so good! He wouldn't cancel it! That's not Jack. He said therapy never bothered him because I was his therapist. Maybe that's why. Maybe when he called my up while I was... yeah, and thought I was a pedophile or a creep! God, he hates me! He thinks I'm a freak! I bit my lip, trying to not let myself tear up.

"Y-yeah, he was doing fine. I-I don't understand why he'd not want to go anymore, we got along fine." I stuttered. Danny hummed at the other line.

"I don't know either." Danny said. I sighed. How could Jack just leave? Something must be up. I mean, he wouldn't just leave without telling me. I need to call him.

"Anyway, I better be off." Danny says, bringing me out my thoughts. I nodded, remembering I'm on the phone.

"Yeah, seeya. Thanks for informing me, hope you have a good day." I smiled, hearing a 'you're welcome, will do' from Danny before hanging up. Okay, so now to ring Jack. I seriously can't thing of anything that could possibly be wrong.

The phone rang and rang for ages. It seemed like hours when it was only five minutes. He finally answered, a quiet sob escaping his lips.

"Jack, hey, what's wrong?" I asked, feeling concerned for Jack. What could be possibly hurting him?

"A-Alex, I-I, blood. I'm bleeding, b-badly. He-lp please. I can't move my a-arm. Be careful." Jack stuttered, seeming in a lot of pain through all the sobs. The other line went silent.

"Jack?" I asked. Bleeding? No. He didn't. As I got no reply, I got up, not bothering to change out my pajamas. Jack. He sounded so distant, in pain. He's bleeding badly. He couldn't. Why would he do it?

I jumped in my car quickly, lucky that the neighbours weren't out. I mean, who would at this time in the morning? I quickly drove out my driveway, hoping I remember where Jack lives.

~~~

I got out my car, running to the house I memorize being Jack's. I hope it was the right on because I just fucking stormed in with panic, not knocking on the door. I looked around, seeing a women with a newspaper in her laps. Jack's mum! I remember!

"Jack, where's-"

"Why the fuck are you in my house? Get the fuck out you dirty little pedo'!" She yelled, getting from her seat. Oh shit. I ignored her, running straight up the stairs.

"Don't fucking go near him!" She shouted, following behind me.

"He needs help! He's bleeding to death!" I call from the top of the stairs to women at the bottom.

"You're mad!" He snapped. I ignored her, quickly running through all the rooms. Bathroom. Some strange, huge room. Aha, the last one. Panic overwhelmed me. I quickly opened the door, my eyes nearly blew. Jack. Under the quilt, one arm over the quilt. His eyes were closed.

"Jack!" I screamed, running over to him. I looked at the cuts. Open. Deep. I began crying, running over to his draws to get some clothes.

"Get the fuckinf aw- Jack!" I heard Jack's mum screech. I grabbed a couple of t-shirts, running back over to Jack.

"Ambulance, now!" I shouted, quickly wrapping the clothes tightly around Jack's arm.

"You're a doctor, you should-"

"Now!" I cried. I looked over to her, tears falling down my cheeks.

"Please." I whispered, hurt and pain in my voice. She stared at me for a bit before nodding, running downstairs. I looked back at Jack. His cheeks were all red.

"Jack, it's going to be okay. I promise. I love you." I whispered, pulling the quilts away from Jack. I added pressure onto Jack's arm. I picked him up bridal style, but his arm was hanging low, his head slouched over my arm. I bit my lip, trying to carry Jack in a better position. I grabbed his arm with difficulty, setting it on his belly. I went as fast as I could out of Jack's room. I barely got down the stairs, tears blocking most the view, head racing and making my every move almost unstable. I walked to the middle of between the living room and kitchen. His mum was in the kitchen, just putting the phone down, tears in her eyes. She walked over to us, cupping Jack's cheeks in her hands.

"Jack, my baby. I'm so sorry." She whispered, a sob coming out at the end. She rubbed her thumb over his cheek. I stood there, the boy in my arms, possibly dying. I let another tear slip down my cheek. I had no idea what Jack's mum was on about,.I was more concerned about the boy in my arms.

"The ambulance i-is on its way, " She said calmly, kissing Jack's forehead.

"I hope he'll be okay." She says, taking her hands away from Jack.

"He'll be okay, I promise. He's stronger than we know." I sadly smiled at her. She looked at me funny. I stared back at her before looking down at the boy in my arms. His mouth was shut, breathing slowly.

"You really do love him, right?" She asks, calmly, but unsure. She knew? She knew?! I tried not to.panic, even though I already was.

"Of course." I said truly, staring back at her. Ambulance sirens could be heard from outside, so I quickly took my eyes off her and looked over at the door. I ran up to it, Jack's mum following at the same speed. She opened the door for me. I thanked her, quickly running up to the ambulance that just opened. Paramedics were quick to run to me. A few people were looking out their doors, some out their windows, clearly woken up. But I didn't care. The paramedics quickly showed me the way to the back of the ambulance and I placed Jack carefully down on the bed.

"You staying in here, sir?" One of the paramedics said. I nodded quickly, and he nodded back. Why would I leave my Jack? I holded his hand, scared that he's float away. How could he do something like this? Something must of dragged him to this. I sighed softly, looking down at Jack.

"I love you so much. I know you can get though this. For me. For everyone." I kissed his forehead, holding on tight. My Jacky can do this. He wouldn't leave me. Not now. Not ever.

Notes

Oh wow. ._. Sorry it's poop, seriously. I had no internet and I was basically bored for the whole five days ;-;