Tears Start To Fall [Tristian]

[Jack Clark]

Before each one goes out...

[/colour][/b] The magical nurses and doctors called as the bed reached the terminal, to move up one flight closer to the intensive care ward.

The rising water from his lungs was coughed up through his so called breathing tube. Although Jack wasn't present to the stabilizing affair. His shiny black and red hair falling into his tightened eyes, then being pushed back away from his pale, almost white as the surface of the moon, face. And his lifeless legs laying no strapped straight, but only one foot had a sock on, only one foot had a grey, woolly, shabby old sock on, the other was still in Tristians hand. He must not of found the little needed time to of put my other dam sock on! His un-con-chess mind thought, as bangs, crashes, foot steps and shouts formed around Jack's body as the ward doors were forced open with a few more bangs. Sailing through Jack's con-chess mind and movable body still lay fast asleep.

"One, two, three... A nurse said with in the energy's, on the count of three, all nurses and doctors shifted Jack over to his snow white bed.

A bed that he would spend a great part of the forming or should I say started war from the old but still strong death eaters, a bed in which he will miss his daughters birthdays but hear there thoughts and crys. A bed where he would miss his cousin coming back, a cousin that he hasn't seen since he was five. And a bed where he would lay hearing only the thoughts of friends and family, coming to tell Jack and them selfs that every thing will be alright. And this bed, would be the bed where Jack would be sleeping out his coma days.

His body pushing up a water splash by a water splash by a water splash. His coughing starting to stop and Jack's breathing starting to become more regular once again. The people around his bed body starting to slowly thin out leaving but to tend to there other patients, leaving Tristian to beam through to Jack's bed side.

"Tri I am sorry to tell you this but, Jack has fallen into a deep set coma, but his vitals look good and his mind is stabilized so he should survive it." A short pause later, he continued.

"After all he is very strong mentally and physically." A doctor already know to Jack and Tri, told him in a hushed tone.

Walking slowly to the end of the bed the doctor slide Jack's chart into the tray at the end of the bed.

"I'm sorry. And he didn't fall into this coma at the best of times either." He said frowning lightly at Jack and walking out of the ward with a soft sigh.

The last few nurses around Jack finished hooking him up to a couple of machines before them there selfs left the ward with there own sighs. Jacks mind starting to buzz a flicker showing up on a monitor, question fillings brian. He knew that he wasn't dreaming, nor was he sleeping. Jack also knew that he wasn't dead, so where was he? All of his thoughts being mostly sealed behind the fog of his coma. He lay there still wearing his clothes, his chain with the wedding rings on it still lay quietly around Jack's neck out of sight. And the one old shabby sock still in Tri's hand. His only movements were his, now empty, chest beating steadily beating up and down. And his mind trying to sort out what has happened to him.

So it begins...[/ul][/size]

[Tristian Adams]

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A light forced chucked spread into his mind, as he moved his eyes over to his pale cousin. His dark green eyes following from his face, down his body to his foot. Stepping off onto his feet, making a tiny echo noise in the room as he red converse pushed to the floor. A few steps to the bed, he moved around to the front of the bed. Grabbing the corners of the sock, and began to push it through onto his foot as carefully as he could do.

Another deep sigh danced off his lips as he looked up as it fully fitted onto his foot, he saw a small blue chair beside the bed. Dragging his feet long the floor, he placed his bottom onto the cuisine. His black skinnies still looking baggy on him, still have way down his but with his green studded belt. Moving up to his blue, 'fucked up' shirt which he had just made the over day.

"..Wow, so I leave you or a minute. And you've already done this to yourself.. What am I going to do with you.."

Shaking his head softly, making the short layers in his messy black hair fly everywhere. Running his hand through his fringe before moving his head back to Jack.

"And all in the same day as I told you I liked you.. Geez, what a day.."

Using the hand from his lap, which was closet to him, he slowly brushed his hand on his cheek. His face was cold, almost as cold as Tri was usually. Just wanting to see his wonderful eyes once again, but there was no hope. He breathed in quite alot, making his shoulders raise before letting go of it. Leaving his hand on Jack's cheek and Tri's eyes glued to his face, never wanting to leave him by himself.

".. I'm sorry Jack."[/size][/ul]

[Jack Clark]

[/i] His mind shouting.

But as the coma had already set in there was no way of reaching him. He was in his own little world. Only if the people he was talking to fell a sleep could he talk with them to them, or at least communicate with them. But not Jack knew that, not yet he was still thinking of what had happened to him as he could hear lot's of voices but had no idea if he was dead or alive?

Did you kill me you bastead? Or am I still alive! Tristian! He shouted at the top of his voice still having no idea what had happened to him. But hearing Tri's words he became a lot more angry with him.

What? You were the one who tryed to drown me! You never left the room, the tub maybe but that's it! And all because you want my wife! He shouted.

Jack's body laying as still as can be. Although his pulse was racing, the doctors hoped that was normal though.

Sorry? Is that all you can say? Sorry you tryed to kill me! And If I ever see you again I will rip your fuck'in head off! Jack thought the bath room flooding back into his mind just watching him self be drown in the third person.[/ul][/size]