Deer In The Headlights

Alex's p.o.v
*Next morning*

"Jack is awake now, Alex," Mary, the nurse at the reception, told me. I smiled towards her as she looked down, marking me in (as I just arrived) "You should go check on him, you know, because his ...nightmares." She assured. I nodded as she smiled back to me.

I knocked on Jack's door before carefully opening it. I stepped in and instantly put a big smile on my face.

"Morning, Jack." I greeted, sitting on the chair I normally sat on. I never bothered to move it back. Jack doesn't mind it being there, he says it reminds him that I'm always there- which I find quite weird.

"Mmm, morning." He said sleepily. I chuckled a little. That was so cute! What?

"Still tired?" I asked, smiling again as I leaned a little closer to Jack. He nodded slowly.

"But it's okay, you can stay here," He smiled widely, "I wanted to talk to you anyway." He suggested. I nodded and starred into his eyes. People say brown is the horrible, but Jack's brown is beautiful...what? Alex, you really need to snap out of this before it becomes un-removable. I sighed, then smiled to Jack.

"What do you wanna talk about?" I asked. He breathed in and then let it out. Oh, so it's something serious he's going to tell me.

"Alex, I trust you. I don't know why, but I feel like I can trust you." He said shyly, sort of blushing. I frowned. Why does he trust me? It's okay, but he's not really meant too.

"Why?" I simply asked, confused.

"I don't know. You're just so kind and caring, and I feel like I can tell all my life book to you and you'll understand it; bit by bit. I know I haven't known you long, and you haven't known me. I just...trust you." He explained, looking anywhere but me. I frowned again, trying to wrap my head around what he just said. The truth is, I do understand. Everything Jack has told me about, I understand clearly. Well, at least I think I understand.

"O-okay, Jack." Was all I said.
We sat in an awkward silence, both looking away from each other. We could only hear the machines and faint noises of the people outside. I started playing with the end of my blue doctors coat, pinching it. But I soon got bored and looked up to Jack. When my eyes reached him, he was already looking at me. I blushed, looking down.

"You know, you're blushing is.cute." He blurted out, smiling. As he realised what he said, he blushed himself and released a gasp before closing his mouth shut. He slowly mumbled a 'sorry' and it went back to silence. Jack thought my blushing was cute? What? It is? That strange feeling in my belly was slightly growing everytime Jack says something to make me blush. It hurts, but yet, it feels good. I have no idea what it is though. I sighed and decided it's time to break the silence before we both drown in it.

"So, how did you sleep last night? Better?" I asked, looking up to Jack. He bit his lip, nodding. I smiled happily.

"That's great, Jack!" I said in joy. He smiled and then looked hurt and sad. What? I thought he'd be happy about it.

"Jack, what's the-"
"I lied," He said quickly.
"I lied, Alex. It happened again. The nightmare." He repeated. Why? Why would he lie to me? Bare in mind, it's quite hard to tell your doctor you're not getting better anytime soon. I was snapped out my thoughts by a quiet sob coming from Jack.

"Oh, Jack," I sighed, getting up. I leaned over Jack and hugged him. "It's okay,Jack. Shh." I gently cooed. He placed his head in my neck as I was awkwardly leaning over.

"When will it go?" He asked against my neck, lips touching my neck. I cringed a little at the feeling of his lips against my neck and shook my head.

"I-I don't know, Jacky." I sniffed back to him. Again...with the nickname. Urg, right now is not the time to worry about that. The warmth between us was so relaxing. I was debating on getting under the covers with Jack and snuggle up to him, but that's a little.creepy.

"It will though, Jack. I sense a strong flaming ball in you Jack. You'll recover." I assured. I could feel Jack's tears now on my neck. I got goosebumps and pulled away from the hug. He looked a little more sad as I did so. I looked at his eyes before sitting back on the chair.

"Jack, would you like to talk about it?" I asked. He nodded, still sad. He blinked his tears before he spoke.

"Well, umm. W-where do I start?" He asked. His voice was shaky from the master tears. I thought for a second. I actually really wanted to learn a bit about Jack. I only know so little.

"How about from the start. About your life? I don't want to seem nose-y, so tell me what you think you should." I smiled. He sniffed and carefully moved a little.
"Well, umm. I was born 18 June, and umm, I have a brother and a sister. Well, they have moved out as they are a lot older then me. I have a really boring life, sorry." He apologized. I shook my head, "N-No, go on." I commanded. He sighed and continued.

"My dad left my mum, divorced her. Umm, ever since then she's been moody and not so caring. But I suspect she has changed now," He smiled, "Umm, I'm 17 now, nearly 18," He laughed. "I umm, I never really had a good life. School was okay, I guess. Well, the people in school were okay. It's the work in school that was pulling me down into depression. I could never do the work and...and it lead me into self-harm. I would cry all night 'till I fell asleep; which I still do today. I just couldn't do it, no matter how hard I tried. I always ended fucking it up." He was in full break down mode. I was devastated. The fact that he cried himself to sleep, and self-harmed. Honestly, it made me want to just hug the boy and fly to a distance land where we could stay. Maybe other people with the same problems could live there too.

"I'm sorry, Jack. I really wish I could help you in some way." I apologized, fighting back the tear in my eyes. Great, now I'm emotional from one of my patients. But this wasn't just any patient. This was the careful, golden hearted, sweet, brave, Jack. No matter how any times them nightmares come shooting through his head while he shakes in his sleep, he still is prepared to close his eyes and meet the monster. Most people with nightmares like that never closed they eyes. They didn't want to meet the devastating tragic their brains are storing up. But not Jack. He isn't afraid.

"But you didn't do anything. Why are you apologizing?" He asked, tearful cheeks.

"I'm sorry I can't help. I'm sorry I'm not helping. I'm just here making things worse for you. I'm not even suppose to be attached to patients, but here I am." I spoke quietly at the end. He looked shocked.

"But you are helping!" He shouted, voice crackling a little from the painful tears. I sighed and got up.
"Night, Jack." I said sadly. Though it wasn't night, I just couldn't stand sitting there making it worse for Jack. I couldn't sit there and watch him cry his eyes out. 'So you leave him to cry on his own. To have no one to cheer him up, you're a great doctor' my voice snapped. Shut up! I'm not a god Damn therapist!

"Where are you going." He cried out. I thought for a second. I just couldn't leave him there. My voice was right. I shrugged and smiled.

"Nowhere. I'm going to cheer you up."

Notes

C: Oh my god, thanks for reading!! Also, I didn't know where this chapter was going D: Sorry.