"Ssh, it's okay," Jack soothes, stroking around Boone's jawline—it's more intimate than he usually is with a patient, but it seems right somehow—and smiles again when Boone seems to respond like it's a good thing. "No one thinks you jumped."
Boone tries to blink the tears away, but one rolls across his cheek and down into the pillow. "John will think I did. Like he cares. I dumped him; why would I hurt myself because of him?"
"John's your…ex?" Jack asks hesitantly. "Was he there when this happened? Is he here?" He looks around like he expects to see another young man nearby looking guilty, but it's eerily quiet in the corridor outside the glass window of the room.
"Yes," Boone manages, shifting restlessly, "He's an asshole though; he won't be here. Especially if a better prospect passed by while I was falling."
"I'm sure that's not true," Jack tells him, "but I'll check for you, if you want?"
"No, don't leave, please?"
Jack glances around again, then nods back at Boone. "No, okay. I should look at your legs though. Can I let go of your hand?" Boone's been clutching it pretty hard through the last part of the exchange and although Jack winces now when Boone lets him go and apologises, he didn't really mind; in fact, he kind of liked it.
He gives Boone another reassuring look, trying to keep in mind what he's here for and not the way Boone's blue eyes make him feel. He does what he needs to do, exchanging looks with Boone that seem hotter than they should be in the circumstances, but he's happy with Boone's reactions; the swelling isn't as bad as the resident had feared.
He's about to sit down next to Boone when the resident returns. He wishes they could have had longer alone and wonders how to organise things so he has to see Boone again. Telling the resident about Boone's condition, he glances at him over her shoulder. Boone knows, he thinks to himself, sure the expression in those vivid blue eyes means he's completely onto Jack.
Taking a breath, Jack moves back to Boone's side. Hoping the resident doesn't understand what he's really doing, he finds his card from inside a coat pocket—thank God he put a few in there yesterday—and hands it to Boone. "If you have any problems with your back or your legs after you're discharged, give me a call."
He doubts there will be any problems, but he's pretty sure Boone will call.
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Lost, Jack/Boone, hurt/comfort, PG-13 (826 words) , part two
Date: 2010-04-18 09:37 pm (UTC)Boone tries to blink the tears away, but one rolls across his cheek and down into the pillow. "John will think I did. Like he cares. I dumped him; why would I hurt myself because of him?"
"John's your…ex?" Jack asks hesitantly. "Was he there when this happened? Is he here?" He looks around like he expects to see another young man nearby looking guilty, but it's eerily quiet in the corridor outside the glass window of the room.
"Yes," Boone manages, shifting restlessly, "He's an asshole though; he won't be here. Especially if a better prospect passed by while I was falling."
"I'm sure that's not true," Jack tells him, "but I'll check for you, if you want?"
"No, don't leave, please?"
Jack glances around again, then nods back at Boone. "No, okay. I should look at your legs though. Can I let go of your hand?" Boone's been clutching it pretty hard through the last part of the exchange and although Jack winces now when Boone lets him go and apologises, he didn't really mind; in fact, he kind of liked it.
He gives Boone another reassuring look, trying to keep in mind what he's here for and not the way Boone's blue eyes make him feel. He does what he needs to do, exchanging looks with Boone that seem hotter than they should be in the circumstances, but he's happy with Boone's reactions; the swelling isn't as bad as the resident had feared.
He's about to sit down next to Boone when the resident returns. He wishes they could have had longer alone and wonders how to organise things so he has to see Boone again. Telling the resident about Boone's condition, he glances at him over her shoulder. Boone knows, he thinks to himself, sure the expression in those vivid blue eyes means he's completely onto Jack.
Taking a breath, Jack moves back to Boone's side. Hoping the resident doesn't understand what he's really doing, he finds his card from inside a coat pocket—thank God he put a few in there yesterday—and hands it to Boone. "If you have any problems with your back or your legs after you're discharged, give me a call."
He doubts there will be any problems, but he's pretty sure Boone will call.