It was unceremonious, when Jack came back to life. There was never any fanfare or celebration, just a deep breath and a return to life. He'd be back, and he'd go on, because he never had any option.
This time it came with a cough and a splutter. He could still feel the damage from the gas on the inside of his throat. It felt raw and strained. He blinked his eyes slowly and he realised where he was. He realised who's hand he was holding, and he realised too that she was dead. Her eyes were closed and her skin already pale. His hand was sticky with her blood, and his shirt wearing the damage of how he tried to stop it. It all drew a painful picture.
Carefully, he pushed himself up, still on his side. He looked at her, watching, his hand still in hers and tears rolling down his cheeks without even noticing it.
And then, oh then, he knew he was there. He turned his head towards the door, and he saw him.
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Date: 2010-08-11 06:05 am (UTC)This time it came with a cough and a splutter. He could still feel the damage from the gas on the inside of his throat. It felt raw and strained. He blinked his eyes slowly and he realised where he was. He realised who's hand he was holding, and he realised too that she was dead. Her eyes were closed and her skin already pale. His hand was sticky with her blood, and his shirt wearing the damage of how he tried to stop it. It all drew a painful picture.
Carefully, he pushed himself up, still on his side. He looked at her, watching, his hand still in hers and tears rolling down his cheeks without even noticing it.
And then, oh then, he knew he was there. He turned his head towards the door, and he saw him.
He could do nothing but stare.