Jack's never seen this kid before but he feels a sense of responsibility that he doesn't quite understand when he's called down for a spinal consult in the ER. They haven't cleaned all of the blood off the kid—no, young man, Jack realises as he gives the patient a once-over—and it makes him look vulnerable; more vulnerable than Jack thinks… he looks at the chart for a name… Boone should. He asks the resident what happened and nods as she explains how Boone fell several feet from a balcony of an apartment block—only a couple of storeys—and onto a car in the street below, but enough for him to have been serious injured. He landed on his back, hence Jack's involvement.
He studies the x-ray and tells the resident that although there's some swelling, he doesn't think surgery is needed. As he's about to suggest she call him if there's no reaction to stimuli in Boone's legs when he wakes, he stirs, mumbling something that Jack thinks he should hear. He moves away from the door, closer to the bed and leans down. He doesn't catch Boone's words. A nurse in the doorway asks the resident if she can see another patient for a moment and Jack lifts his head enough to nod that he'll stay here for now.
Boone is blinking awake and Jack's breath catches. He's never seen such blue eyes, and they're fixed on him like he's some kind of saviour.
"Don't let me die. I'm not ready," Boone rasps.
Jack smiles a little, taking the hand that's reaching uncertainly for something. "You're not going to die. You're going to be fine." He reaches out with his spare hand and shifts a stray hair back from Boone's face. He should be checking Boone's feet; looking for responses there, but he can't shift yet. Boone's looking into his eyes like they know each other—like he means something to him—and Jack simply can't move from that.
"I…" Boone starts, then seems to be stuck. Jack frowns, wondering if there's something the other doctor's missed, but Boone swallows and finally goes on, "I didn't jump. I wasn't… trying to hurt myself." His eyes fill with tears and Jack's heart clenches at his anguish, wondering why Boone would think he—or anyone else for that matter—would believe he did this to himself. "I fell."
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Lost, Jack/Boone, hurt/comfort, PG-13 (826 words) , part one
Date: 2010-04-18 09:36 pm (UTC)He studies the x-ray and tells the resident that although there's some swelling, he doesn't think surgery is needed. As he's about to suggest she call him if there's no reaction to stimuli in Boone's legs when he wakes, he stirs, mumbling something that Jack thinks he should hear. He moves away from the door, closer to the bed and leans down. He doesn't catch Boone's words. A nurse in the doorway asks the resident if she can see another patient for a moment and Jack lifts his head enough to nod that he'll stay here for now.
Boone is blinking awake and Jack's breath catches. He's never seen such blue eyes, and they're fixed on him like he's some kind of saviour.
"Don't let me die. I'm not ready," Boone rasps.
Jack smiles a little, taking the hand that's reaching uncertainly for something. "You're not going to die. You're going to be fine." He reaches out with his spare hand and shifts a stray hair back from Boone's face. He should be checking Boone's feet; looking for responses there, but he can't shift yet. Boone's looking into his eyes like they know each other—like he means something to him—and Jack simply can't move from that.
"I…" Boone starts, then seems to be stuck. Jack frowns, wondering if there's something the other doctor's missed, but Boone swallows and finally goes on, "I didn't jump. I wasn't… trying to hurt myself." His eyes fill with tears and Jack's heart clenches at his anguish, wondering why Boone would think he—or anyone else for that matter—would believe he did this to himself. "I fell."