Jack Barakat Imagines
Broken Hand
Your POV
Jack and I were on our way to go see the new Jurassic World movie. We were so excited. So we gathered in the car and headed out to go on our movie date. I was excited. I remembered watching Jurassic Park as a kid and I absolutely loved it, so I was curious as to what they were going to do with it.
We arrived at the movie theatre and I stumbled out of the car. Jack was already walking over to my side. I realized that I forgot my wallet in my seat and when I reached my hand to get it, he slammed the door on my hand, causing me to shriek in pain.
“Holy shit!” Jack screamed when he realized what he had done. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”
I smiled through my pain and laughed a little bit. “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine,” I told him through gritted teeth. I really wanted to see this movie, damnit.
“Like hell you’re fine. Get back in the car, I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“But Jack, I really want to see the movie.” I stuck my lower lip out to get him to let me see the movie.
“We’ll see it later, love, now come on.” He put my back in the car and I sat and pouted to myself. I could deal with a little pain, I was fine. “You’re bleeding, Y/N.”
I looked down at my hand, and well, he’s not wrong. “So,” I muttered, disappointed about my movie.
“Look at it, it’s gushing blood.” Blood was running down my hand, and if I tried to move any of my fingers, it would hurt too much. I probably broke it. But that didn’t matter to me, I wanted to see the velociraptors with Jack.
“So,” I muttered again. Jack whipped his head toward me, and I was still pouting.
“So, I don’t want you to lose consciousness or blood or die or anything. If we just went ahead and watched it anyway, your hand wouldn’t have healed right, and also you might have passed out during it.”
“That doesn’t matter,” I told him stubbornly. Jack sighed and held out his hand for me to hold. I just stared at him, confused as to what he wanted.
“Your other non-injured hand,” he told me, reading my silent question. He took his eyes off the road to look at me. When I saw the worry in his eyes, I knew that it wasn’t fair of me to be mad at him for trying to help. He felt bad for hurting my hand and wanted it to be fixed as soon as possible. “Which hand was it?” Jack asked me.
“The one I need the most.”
“The dominant one?” Jack sighed and ran his free hand through his hair before placing it back on the wheel. “Shit.”
I nodded, and we rode in silence on our way to the hospital. I could feel Jack take glances at me to make sure I was alright. Now that the movie was out of my head, my hand sure did hurt like a motherfucking bitch.
We reached the hospital, and Jack pulled me out of my thoughts. I got out of the car and was careful to close the door. I stumbled towards the door, but Jack was ushering me to move faster. I didn’t feel like it, so I purposefully dragged behind.
“Y/N, hurry up, I don’t want you to lose more blood,” Jack turned around to look at me with pleading eyes. It wasn’t a pushy look like I have been taking his pleas as, it was worry. Worry that I wouldn’t be okay and that it’d be his fault.
I sped up after that. I didn’t like him being in such a state of panic. I didn’t think that it was such a big deal, but he obviously did. So I thought I’d make him feel better by complying. I picked up my pace and reached for Jack’s hand as we made our way to the emergency room.
When we got there, there were a lot of people in need. Mothers giving birth, people in car accidents. It suddenly seemed like my little hand problem wasn’t such a big thing after all. But Jack kept after it. After we filled out the paperwork, Jack was constantly asking the nurses that came by when my turn would be. He held me close to make sure that I was okay and that I wouldn’t stray too far from him.
When it was finally our turn, Jack rushed with me to go in the examination room. He was just about to step in when the doctor stopped him. “I’m sorry sir, but relatives only.”
“I’m her fucking boyfriend, just let me through.” He was on the verge of tears just thinking about it. It made me want to hug him, but not while I was being shoved through a door.
“Relatives only,” the doctor repeated and I was pushed through the door. The last thing I saw was Jack’s face, his eyes wide with shock when he realized that he wouldn’t see me for a while.
Two x-rays, and an hour and half later, my results were in. They let Jack in for this part. “Do you have anybody living with you?” my examiner asked.
I shook my head, but Jack answered for me. “No, she doesn’t.”
“Well, that certainly is going to make it a lot harder. Call if you have any issues with the bandaging. Your hand is fractured, but not too badly. It’ll be swollen for a while, and it’ll hurt. It should be back to normal in maybe about six weeks.”
Jack nodded and pulled me with him to go sign out and leave. “Fucking assholes wouldn’t let me see you,” he mumbled. I tightened my grip on his hand.
“It’s okay, Jack. I’m here now.” I wanted him to feel better and know that I was holding up well, but he seemed too angry for me to make any breakthrough whatsoever, so I kept my mouth shut and tried to calm him down with body language.
When we got to my house, I looked over at Jack, asking him with my eyes for him to stay. I didn’t really want to stay home alone my first night with a broken hand. How the hell would I even be able to manage? I glanced at Jack’s face, but he didn’t meet my gaze, and instead he just kept his hands firmly on the wheel. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what. Instead I kept my head down, mumbled out a thanks and got out of the car.
I looked at Jack again, and he didn’t look at me. He kept his gaze fixed on the wheel. So I sighed and turned toward my house wondering how in the hell I was going to deal with this shit. When I got inside, Jack pulled out of my driveway and left. I was all alone.
At least I was until about an hour later, and my doorbell sounded. I shuffled out of my couch, which was a bitch and a half to do because I kept forgetting I wasn’t supposed to be using my hand, and wandered up to the door. When I opened it, I was greeted by a smiling Jack hugging me a little too tightly.
“Jack?” I said, slightly suffocated by his hug.
“I’m so so sorry, Y/N,” Jack said into my shoulder. “I felt so bad treating you like that and ignoring you, but then I figured up how to make it up to you.” He grinned and pulled away. He showed me what was behind him. It was a suitcase. I looked up at him, confused. “The doctor said it’d be easier if you had someone to live with you, so I thought I’d move in.”
I smiled up at him, letting him know it was okay before pulling him in for another hug. When he released his grip on me, he bent down to give me a kiss. I smiled into it and wrapped my arms around his neck. I winced at the pain of holding my hand had but I pushed it away.
Jack let me go, and I sighed as we pulled apart. This was going to be a fun couple of weeks.
I brought him up to my room, and he set his stuff by my bed. He climbed in and opened his arms wide for me to cuddle up next to.
“Jack, you’re still wearing your clothes,” I told him, giggling to myself.
“Sure am,” he laughed, and patted the area next to him.
I sighed and climbed in anyway, careful of avoiding the use of my hand. I snuggled up close so that my back was against him, and his arm was wrapped around my waist. He tangled his legs in with mine and when my head hit the pillow, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I knew that this felt right and that I was going to enjoy his stay here. I couldn’t have been any happier if Jack had not broken my hand today.
Jack and I were on our way to go see the new Jurassic World movie. We were so excited. So we gathered in the car and headed out to go on our movie date. I was excited. I remembered watching Jurassic Park as a kid and I absolutely loved it, so I was curious as to what they were going to do with it.
We arrived at the movie theatre and I stumbled out of the car. Jack was already walking over to my side. I realized that I forgot my wallet in my seat and when I reached my hand to get it, he slammed the door on my hand, causing me to shriek in pain.
“Holy shit!” Jack screamed when he realized what he had done. “I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N.”
I smiled through my pain and laughed a little bit. “Don’t worry about it, I’m fine,” I told him through gritted teeth. I really wanted to see this movie, damnit.
“Like hell you’re fine. Get back in the car, I’m taking you to the hospital.”
“But Jack, I really want to see the movie.” I stuck my lower lip out to get him to let me see the movie.
“We’ll see it later, love, now come on.” He put my back in the car and I sat and pouted to myself. I could deal with a little pain, I was fine. “You’re bleeding, Y/N.”
I looked down at my hand, and well, he’s not wrong. “So,” I muttered, disappointed about my movie.
“Look at it, it’s gushing blood.” Blood was running down my hand, and if I tried to move any of my fingers, it would hurt too much. I probably broke it. But that didn’t matter to me, I wanted to see the velociraptors with Jack.
“So,” I muttered again. Jack whipped his head toward me, and I was still pouting.
“So, I don’t want you to lose consciousness or blood or die or anything. If we just went ahead and watched it anyway, your hand wouldn’t have healed right, and also you might have passed out during it.”
“That doesn’t matter,” I told him stubbornly. Jack sighed and held out his hand for me to hold. I just stared at him, confused as to what he wanted.
“Your other non-injured hand,” he told me, reading my silent question. He took his eyes off the road to look at me. When I saw the worry in his eyes, I knew that it wasn’t fair of me to be mad at him for trying to help. He felt bad for hurting my hand and wanted it to be fixed as soon as possible. “Which hand was it?” Jack asked me.
“The one I need the most.”
“The dominant one?” Jack sighed and ran his free hand through his hair before placing it back on the wheel. “Shit.”
I nodded, and we rode in silence on our way to the hospital. I could feel Jack take glances at me to make sure I was alright. Now that the movie was out of my head, my hand sure did hurt like a motherfucking bitch.
We reached the hospital, and Jack pulled me out of my thoughts. I got out of the car and was careful to close the door. I stumbled towards the door, but Jack was ushering me to move faster. I didn’t feel like it, so I purposefully dragged behind.
“Y/N, hurry up, I don’t want you to lose more blood,” Jack turned around to look at me with pleading eyes. It wasn’t a pushy look like I have been taking his pleas as, it was worry. Worry that I wouldn’t be okay and that it’d be his fault.
I sped up after that. I didn’t like him being in such a state of panic. I didn’t think that it was such a big deal, but he obviously did. So I thought I’d make him feel better by complying. I picked up my pace and reached for Jack’s hand as we made our way to the emergency room.
When we got there, there were a lot of people in need. Mothers giving birth, people in car accidents. It suddenly seemed like my little hand problem wasn’t such a big thing after all. But Jack kept after it. After we filled out the paperwork, Jack was constantly asking the nurses that came by when my turn would be. He held me close to make sure that I was okay and that I wouldn’t stray too far from him.
When it was finally our turn, Jack rushed with me to go in the examination room. He was just about to step in when the doctor stopped him. “I’m sorry sir, but relatives only.”
“I’m her fucking boyfriend, just let me through.” He was on the verge of tears just thinking about it. It made me want to hug him, but not while I was being shoved through a door.
“Relatives only,” the doctor repeated and I was pushed through the door. The last thing I saw was Jack’s face, his eyes wide with shock when he realized that he wouldn’t see me for a while.
Two x-rays, and an hour and half later, my results were in. They let Jack in for this part. “Do you have anybody living with you?” my examiner asked.
I shook my head, but Jack answered for me. “No, she doesn’t.”
“Well, that certainly is going to make it a lot harder. Call if you have any issues with the bandaging. Your hand is fractured, but not too badly. It’ll be swollen for a while, and it’ll hurt. It should be back to normal in maybe about six weeks.”
Jack nodded and pulled me with him to go sign out and leave. “Fucking assholes wouldn’t let me see you,” he mumbled. I tightened my grip on his hand.
“It’s okay, Jack. I’m here now.” I wanted him to feel better and know that I was holding up well, but he seemed too angry for me to make any breakthrough whatsoever, so I kept my mouth shut and tried to calm him down with body language.
When we got to my house, I looked over at Jack, asking him with my eyes for him to stay. I didn’t really want to stay home alone my first night with a broken hand. How the hell would I even be able to manage? I glanced at Jack’s face, but he didn’t meet my gaze, and instead he just kept his hands firmly on the wheel. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t know what. Instead I kept my head down, mumbled out a thanks and got out of the car.
I looked at Jack again, and he didn’t look at me. He kept his gaze fixed on the wheel. So I sighed and turned toward my house wondering how in the hell I was going to deal with this shit. When I got inside, Jack pulled out of my driveway and left. I was all alone.
At least I was until about an hour later, and my doorbell sounded. I shuffled out of my couch, which was a bitch and a half to do because I kept forgetting I wasn’t supposed to be using my hand, and wandered up to the door. When I opened it, I was greeted by a smiling Jack hugging me a little too tightly.
“Jack?” I said, slightly suffocated by his hug.
“I’m so so sorry, Y/N,” Jack said into my shoulder. “I felt so bad treating you like that and ignoring you, but then I figured up how to make it up to you.” He grinned and pulled away. He showed me what was behind him. It was a suitcase. I looked up at him, confused. “The doctor said it’d be easier if you had someone to live with you, so I thought I’d move in.”
I smiled up at him, letting him know it was okay before pulling him in for another hug. When he released his grip on me, he bent down to give me a kiss. I smiled into it and wrapped my arms around his neck. I winced at the pain of holding my hand had but I pushed it away.
Jack let me go, and I sighed as we pulled apart. This was going to be a fun couple of weeks.
I brought him up to my room, and he set his stuff by my bed. He climbed in and opened his arms wide for me to cuddle up next to.
“Jack, you’re still wearing your clothes,” I told him, giggling to myself.
“Sure am,” he laughed, and patted the area next to him.
I sighed and climbed in anyway, careful of avoiding the use of my hand. I snuggled up close so that my back was against him, and his arm was wrapped around my waist. He tangled his legs in with mine and when my head hit the pillow, I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. I knew that this felt right and that I was going to enjoy his stay here. I couldn’t have been any happier if Jack had not broken my hand today.
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RIGHT SOMEONE POINTED THAT OUT ON MY WATTPAD VERSION AND I WAS LIKE ???? how did i do that I'm magical
9/19/16