[Sunday]

[more_flexible]

Jack had made his way back, gasping and falling, wishing he could scream every time he moved his arm. With Faramir gone, he'd taken the opportunity to get out of the restraints. He'd tried a few times, but by the time the pain in his shoulders seemed worth a little more, he strained and pulled until he felt his shoulder pull out of the socket. It hurt, fuck, it hurt...but it was just one more pain to go with the rest of the abuse. He'd undone the bindings around his ankles, then pulled out his gag and gotten his hands free.

He stumbled through the darkness, his right arm against the wall. Following the wall will get you out. He was so far beyond delirious that Rose may as well have been walking right behind him. He stumbled a few times, no sound escaping as he hit his knees and tore the scabs open again and again. By the time he reached the entrance and saw the jungle, he oriented himself.

Then he ran.

Rose followed along, need a doctor, Jack. Get to the clinic. I'll keep you alive, but you need help. Don't panic. He ran with her words driving him on, but by the time he reached the compound he was exhausted. He couldn't breathe, his arm throbbed in a dull mockery of his heartbeat, and his knees gave out at the doorway to the rec room. At least he was close. He was here. Someone would come along to help.

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[bennet_beauty]

Jane had been near the clinic, having been waiting to find Doctor Chase and properly thank him for all his lovely work, but it wasn't him that she found. Instead, she found the very lovely Captain Jack Harkness, which would do just as well.

She pushed herself off the counter, approaching him with sympathy, helping him to stand. "Jack," she said, with some worry, feigning it quite easily. "Come, I'll get you sitting." She brought him into the rec room, sitting him down in a chair and sitting on the arm, making sure he was vaguely all right.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He stumbled along, falling with a whimper through his nose. The couch was good, would have been better if he hadn't hurt so much. Jane...Jane was sweetness personified.

He opened his mouth to ask for help, but only a choked gurgle came from his swollen throat. Bruises mottled his body and his neck was bruised and burned. He knew from how he felt that he was probably horrifying her with those delicate sensibilities.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane cooed softly, hands running through his hair as she studied all his bruises and slowly straddled him, knees pushing into the fabric and sitting above him. "Don't you worry," she purred softly, lips by his ear, ghosting a kiss there. "I'll make you feel all better."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Oh, shit. He'd created another monster.

Jack closed his eyes and turned his head, wishing she'd just get off and go away. After everything that had happened, this wasn't helping at all.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane simply settled herself in, giving Jack a wide and mischievous grin, slowly moving to the music that the jukebox contributed to the event, something slow, with a heavy bass beat. "I'll make you feel completely better," she promised Jack, beginning to dance in his lap.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He gritted his teeth and pushed at her chest with his right hand, trying to get her to get off his lap. He just wanted a doctor...not a sexed up virgin wriggling on a part of his body he didn't want to use for a long, long time.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane stroked her fingers down his cheek gently, leaning in to softly kiss at his lips, her blonde hair falling in her eyes. "Jack," she whispered, rocking just lightly. "You'll remember."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He pushed harder, trying again to get her to stop. He turned his head away from her kiss, everything about her that would have normally encouraged him just made him sick to his stomach.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane eased back, giving him a pouty look. "Jack, you're absolutely no fun today," she said, quite discontent. "I'll just have to get you into bed, then."

[east-texas.livejournal.com]

"What the fuck is this horseshit? Harkness? I oughta rip your dick off. Get your hands of my woman, you fucking prick," Stu bellowed from the doorway, hustling across the room and grabbing Jane by the arm. "He fucking with you again, baby?" he asked.

[bennet_beauty]

Jane did love the coarseness and possessiveness and being Stuart's woman pleased her. She leaned into Stuart's touch, giving him a bit of a searching look. "He's just sitting there," she told him. "He's very boring now, darling," she drawled out, low and displeased.

[east-texas.livejournal.com]

He's got his hands all over you, baby. I warned him once...that's all he gets," he said as he brutally pulled her off and deposited her to the side and puched Jack in the jaw, knocking the already weakened man unconscious. "Let's go have some fun, Janie."

[bennet_beauty]

Jane looked Stuart up and down and nodded, yanking him towards him. "This time, it's not going to go badly," she warned him, already having it in mind what she wanted for the night. He was going to be her first, no matter what.

[serkingslayer.livejournal.com]

Jaime had been doing his best to avoid both his sister and since she seemed to be on quite good terms with the sunshine, indoors seemed to be the safest spot. He was very glad of that decision when he spotted Jack looking absolutely wretched. In fact, the other man looked like he had been savagely attacked or used or both.

There would be time to ask who had done this later and he let that keep his hand from drifting to the hilt of his sword. Instead, he crouched down and gently set about trying to help Jack to his feet. The island was lacking in maesters but there were doctors.

"Jack?" he asked quietly, silently hoping the other man would remain conscious until they could get to the clinic.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack's eyes fluttered open and he saw the blond hair and the blue eyes and smiled weakly. Rose...he knew Rose would help him. He reached out with his right hand to cup her face as he blinked a few times and mouthed the words "I love you."

It wasn't until he sat up with some difficulty and looked again that he saw it was Jaime.

"help," he mouthed, no voice or breath behind it.

[serkingslayer.livejournal.com]

Jaime blinked, wisely deciding not to read much into the first three words that never escaped Jack's lips. He tried not to recall how Benjen had said those words less than a day or two ago. Considering how strange everyone was acting, the Ranger probably would deny it later.

"I know and I'll help," he said soothingly as he slowly half-lifted and helf-dragged Jack to his feet. He supposed he could manage even if Jack did pass out. "I'll get you to the clinic."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded and wrapped his arm over Jaime's shoulders, leaning on him heavily. His right arm hung limp at his side and his jaw was already discolored where Stu had hit him. He just really wanted to get to the clinic and hide from everyone.

[serkingslayer.livejournal.com]

Jaime remembered being in a similar position during his stay at Harrenhal. Although the Goat and his sellswords had hardly done anything to make him feel better. He still owed Brienne for helping him, misguided as her affection for him had always been.

"You'll mend," he said softly as they made their way to the clinic at a pace that a snail could have easily matched. "I can fetch the Doctor for you or stay with you if you like. Of course once we get there, I expect you're going to fall asleep and not give a damn which is just as well."

He needed to stop talking but he thought it best to make sure Jack knew it would be all right. Well, as all right as the situation could possibly be. The Kingslayer could not recall entering this part of the compound for any reason prior to this moment and sincerely hoped there were no leeches in the clinic.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

His voice kept Jack focused, and he shuffled along trying not to be a complete burden. The blood pounded in his ears and he breathed hard with the strain of just walking.

More than anything, he wished he could speak. Could tell Jaime thank you. Could tell him...he was all right.

[serkingslayer.livejournal.com]

Jaime was not entirely sure what else to say, really. He had never been very good at one-sided conversations although he had spent a great deal of time sparring with Ilyn Payne, an executioner whose tongue had been removed by Aerys for its relentless praise of Tywin Lannister. Hm.

"If it becomes too hard for you to walk, just indicate it with some sort of hand gesture or meaningful look," he advised with a somewhat strained smile.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack nodded and looked down the hallway. Almost there. Safe with Jaime. He swallowed hard and winced as his eyes began to water. He just hoped that Rob would be there. Rob would know what to do.

[dr_robchase]

Chase had been holding down the fort in the clinic while the rest of the world went insane. He sighed, rubbing his eyes and keeping up with his charts. Honestly, this was mad.

[serkingslayer.livejournal.com]

Jaime thought that this doctor was probably still altogether sane which was a relief. He cleared his throat and smiled politely at the other man. "Good day, ser. Can you take a look at my friend or at least provide him with a bed?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack hung from Jaime's shoulder, fighting to stay conscious as he looked up. Rob. He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out, and his jaw began to tremble.

[dr_robchase]

Chase glanced up, taking one look at Jack before his eyes widened and he cursed under his breath. "Yeah, put him on one of the beds, now," he snapped, the urgency in his voice as he rushed over. "Jack? You okay, there? Just blink twice, okay, if something feels really bad."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack blinked twice, hard and fast, and looked at his shoulder, the swelling and buising coupled with the angle and the way it hung dead at his side made it clear that was what hurt the worst.

[serkingslayer.livejournal.com]

"He can't talk," Jaime pointed out calmly, helping Jack to sit down on one of the cots nearby. "His right arm isn't working properly." The Kingslayer had noticed that earlier as they had walked over here.

"And I imagine he's trying to say his shoulder needs your immeadiate attention." That said, the Knight moved out of the way of the doctor and sat down in a chair that wasn't too terribly far away from the bed.

[misanthrope_md]

House stepped out of the side room at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw Jack. "Oh no!" His expression changed to one of concern, and he looked over at Chase. "What do you need me to do to help?"

[serkingslayer.livejournal.com]

Jaime raised an eyebrow and rubbed his forehead. "Well, if you could tend to his wounds or make sure there's no internal damage, that would probably suffice?" he asked, trying to sound encouraging and not anxious.

He was fairly positive he sounded a trifle condescending but it was not really intentional. The Knight just had more experience inflicting wounds in battle than treating injuries afterwards. He also imagined his input was bound to annoy one of the doctors sooner or later.

[dr_robchase]

Chase gave the blonde a bit of a glare, then turned it over to House. "You," he said, pointing to House. "Just...stay out of the way." He was worried about what he might do. He turned to the other. "I'll do just that," he said, with a thin smirk, turning to Jack and grabbing his stethoscope, taking a look at him; the dislocated shoulder, the injury to the throat, the varied nature of bruises about him.

"He's hurt, fairly bad. Nothing internally, looks like, but I'll have to get him stripped down, check for that," Chase said, the consummate professional now.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack tried to focus on Rob. It was unbelievably difficult to focus on anything and he wanted to lay down, sleep, be safe. He turned to look at House for a minute...the man might be a jerk, but he was a good doctor and Jack was thankful for two of them

He'd need two to get the arm back in, if nothing else.

[dr_robchase]

Chase was working on undressing Jack, tugging the curtain shut for some semblance of privacy and he noticed the cut in the denim, glancing up at Jack, the worry all contained in his eyes.

He looked up at Jack and gave him a reassuring smile. "Looks like no internal bleeding," he offered quietly, glancing around. "Jack, were you raped?" he asked quietly, glancing down to his jeans, all torn up.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He closed his eyes and shook his head in response, but looked away. If he thought about it like that he'd crack. He did what he had to to. He baited, he provoked, and he did everything just right. He did what he had to.

He shook his head again, then looked up at Rob, pleading with his eyes only that he believe him.

[dr_robchase]

Chase just caught Jack's gaze, holding it for a very long while and nodding, a silent okay. He took a deep breath, exhaling shakily, wondering when to tell the Doctor about this. Not yet. He glanced over to House and nodded. "House, can you help me set his shoulder back in place?"

[misanthrope_md]

"Of course." House walked around to behind Jack. He looked down at him and offered gently, "This might hurt a little bit."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack looked back at him, completely incredulous of Doctor Understatement. If course it was going to hurt. He knew it would hurt a lot, actually.

He took a deep breath and nodded as he closed his eyes. The gristly grind and pop came with and explosion of pain that stopped almost as soon as the shoulder was back in place.

...And he was silent through the whole process.

[serkingslayer.livejournal.com]

Jaime watched all of this quietly, wincing in sympathy when the doctors twisted and popped the shoulder back into place. He leaned forward in his chair, mostly keeping an eye on Jack although occasionally he looked around the room noting what was available in terms of food or drink.

There was only pitcher on one of the tables closer to the hallway. He supposed that would be important though since there was no way of telling when Jack had had a proper meal let alone any water.

[dr_robchase]

Chase eased back to grab a makeshift splint to tie up Jack's arm and keep him secure so the heal would be clean. He glanced back to House. "I can get it from here," he said, not thinking Jack would want House's particular brand of life is great feeling at the moment.

[misanthrope_md]

"If you think that's best..."

House paused.

"Are you sure he doesn't need someone to hold his hand?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack reached out and caught House's hand just as he offered, listing away from the pain and closing his eyes. It was better, it really was...he was just so tired and thirsty. He fought to stay awake and looked at Rose sitting there watching the doctors working on him and he smiled weakly. No, not Rose. Jaime. Rose was gone.

[serkingslayer.livejournal.com]

Jaime moved his chair closer to the bed before going over to other table. He filled a glass with water since he couldn't carry both the pitcher and the glass over.

After setting the water down close to Jack and sitting back down, the Kingslayer did his best to smile reassuringly. He wanted whoever had done this to suffer but saying so would not be helpful at all. He suspected Jack would not have wanted to talk about it even if he could have.

[dr_robchase]

Chase just took his time cleaning up Jack so as not to cause any further pain, assessing his injuries and writing them down on Jack's chart, sighing as he brushed his brow. Whoever did this was severely fucked up in the head.

[misanthrope_md]

House let Jack squeeze his hand as hard as he wanted and didn't so much as flinch. Occasionally he would reach down and brush back the other man's hair as Chase continued to work. "Don't worry," he murmured. "You'll be just fine. Rob is the best doctor I know."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

So maybe he was nicer in the clinic than on the beach, or maybe he'd gone insane as well. Whatever it was, Jack leaned on House and waited for Rob to be done with his notes. He wished he could talk, could tell him about his throat. Wished, more than anything, he could ask if anyone had been hurt.