Author: frogfarts PM
After saving Julia from a bunch of thugs, Jack's injuries are so bad he slips in and out of a coma, and reality begins to blur with memory and dreams. All he knows is he loves Julia and she's what's making him fight to stay in this world.Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 6 - Words: 2,242 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Updated: 12-20-12 - Published: 11-04-12 - id: 3071588
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A/N: it was one of those days when frogfarts (me) decided to write something both philosophical and cheesy... it ended up being demented… happens sometimes…
Rating: T for bad words and guts flying everywhere aka violence
Chapter 1: a hero
He had waited for a moment like this, fantasized about it. The moment he would save her, and so win fair lady's heart. He'd imagined a fiery rage would consume him and he would violently tear apart anyone who dared harm her.
But reality was much colder. He felt sick with fear. Puke rose to his lips and his vision blurred. But he swallowed the bile. It could wait. He clutched his knife with unfeeling fingers and gritted his teeth. He attacked the enemy wildly, half blind. And he did tear them apart, like an animal. He stabbed them, slashed at them, kicked them, their flesh in his teeth. Then he was covered in blood, and they were fleeing or dead. He stumbled over to the girl and cut the ropes that restrained her.
"Who are you?" he voice trembled.
He collapsed to his knees and vomited. Then he started to cry. He wailed to the starry sky as he coughed and vomited.
"Jack? Is it you?
He could only cry.
"Oh, Jack, it is you," she said. "It's okay. I'm all right. You'll be all right."