J² Fic: Quarantine (3/?)
A/N2: Yeah, just 1,5 weeks for chapter 3 this time! I reread mad_server 's prompt and I hope this will make her really happy :)
One month after H1N1 arrived on its shores, China puts up stringent quarantine measures to prevent a pandemic of the disease ... As so many other Americans Jensen and Jared get caught in one of the dragnets.
From the beginning
***
“I’m not leaving him here.” Jared puts his free hand on Jensen’s knee; a touch full of intimacy and comfort.
“Mr. Padalecki, we can’t risk anybody else getting infected. Besides, we have very limited space in our facilities.”
Jared looks at her with enough pain her heart almost breaks. “I can assure you, Mr. Ackles is going to be very well looked after.”
***
Jared looks at her like he doesn’t understand the concept. Jensen can relate; he can hardly register the words. She could chat away in Chinese, Japanese, Korean, he probably wouldn’t even notice.
He just nods away, but Jared sees right through him. He knows what‘s really going on behind those glassy green eyes. He comes to sit beside Jensen, shoulders touching, drawing silent comfort from another.
Jensen only looks up when the young doctor offers him a “Get well soon” and a genuine smile, before she takes her leave.
Jared and everybody else are given back their passports together with their clearance. They need to sign some forms, leave their next contact details and are provided with a pamphlet and a disposal thermometer with the instructions to monitor their temperature over the next few days. Just in case.
It doesn’t take long for the room to empty and the two actors are left in much needed privacy, but neither one of them can break the silence.
Jared slowly feels the adrenalin wear off, making space for all these other feelings to crush in on him. He swallows hard against the freshly built-up lump in his throat.
Jensen looks up from where his eyes have been screening the floor tiles for the past few minutes. Only then he notices just how much this is taking a toll on Jared almost more than himself.
Jared’s focusing on his hands, picking at a scab he got from a stunt last week when he had accidentally crashed into one of the props. Jensen puts his hands on top to get him to stop and forces their eyes to meet.
“Tell me what to do, Jensen! Please, tell me what to do,” he pleads, his voice not even a whisper, his eyes shiny with tears ready to fall.
Jensen’s heart is breaking at the sight, because he literally has nothing.
“It’s just 24 hours in some clinic, Jay. It’s gonna be like the time I had pneumonia, remember?” He rambles through the first thoughts that come to his mind, “By this time tomorrow you’ll come pick me up and we can catch that plane to Sydney. It’s gonna be fine,” he tries, but he can’t even convince himself.
Jared’s eyes back down again, coming to rest on their hands that are still touching.
Jensen squeezes once, he jumps from the stretcher about to comfort his best friend in any way, as much as it’s worth right now, but his body axes his own plan.
Standing up he’s introduced to the full state of his condition. He barely gets the Jayout, before his knees buckle and everything around him goes black.
Jared’s strong arms grab his waist just in time to avoid a closer encounter with the stone tiles.
“Whoa, Jen. Shit. Jensen, c’mon buddy. Fuck. Help. I need some help in here.” He screams in horror.
Jensen comes round before Jared can even process the situation. He gently lowers him to the floor.
“Easy there. C’mon Jen, stay with me here.” Jensen’s eyes already start to regain focus and recognition wears over his face, when his eyes meet Jared’s.
“Hey buddy. You with me?” He squeezes his shoulder, waiting for a response.
Jensen just groans and clutches his head, trying to stop it from spinning.
“C’mon let’s get you back up,” Jared manhandles him back onto the stretcher, a firm hand on his chest guiding him to lie down.
“Can I get some fucking help in here,” he shouts over his shoulder.
The door opens and a young Asian shoots him a questioning look before his eyes fall upon Jensen and he shouts something to his colleagues.
Jensen’s hand is still clutching Jared’s shirt, “Easy Jen. I’m here. It’s gonna be okay.”
Jensen hauls himself up and Jared's about to press him back down, when he sees the panic in Jensen’s eyes and the color draining from his face. Jared’s not sure how he manages to react in time and push the nearby trash can into Jensen’s hands, before the other man hurls over and retches violently.
Telling Jensen to wait it out is useless, he settles for drawing soothing circles between his shoulder blades instead; a tantrum on his lips, telling himself that Jensen has to get worse first in order to get better.
Another round of nothing hits the trash can and lets Jared flinch in sympathy.
Reluctantly, Jensen lifts his head, testing if his stomach adjusts better to the new position. Jared, somehow magically, makes the trash can disappear before he’s back on Jensen’s side with some water. Jensen pushes himself to drink a sip of the liquid to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth. His sense of balance is still swaying like a damn boat on the rockiest of seas, but he can keep the nausea at bay for now.
There’s hectic movement outside the room and Jared sees blue light flashing through the open door and reflecting off the opposite wall. Jensen doesn’t even notice until the siren wails and makes him jump a little. His eyes widen with realization and he tries to sit up, but Jared holds him down gently.
“Uh-uh, easy,” he shushes; a hand over his friend’s heart, pinning him down. "Just relax. I’m here with you,” he reassures, trying to calm the pounding beat echoing from Jensen’s chest.
They hear doors open and close, hinges creek and metal bumps into metal. “I’m just quickly gonna see what’s going on out there. You stay put.”
Jared covers the small distance with two strides, before he’s out of the door. Jensen can hear his baritone, but it’s too soft to make out the conversation. He props himself up on his elbows, slowly, giving his body time to adjust.
He needs to know what’s going on.
He needs Jared.
He sits up and lets his feet slip to the ground in a swift motion. He keeps a hold on the stretcher to steady him for the first steps. It’s just a few more meters between him and the door, when he let’s go of his support and stands alone. He never makes it any further.
***
When Jared hears the muffled thud, he can practically see Jensen keeling over in front of his inner eye. His heart drops and he sprints around the corner, almost falling over Jensen, whose body is slumped on the floor.
He kneels down, pulling Jensen up against his chest. His skin is as white as the dress shirt Jared’s wearing, the freckles as prominent as never before.
“Get the fuck in here.” he screams in the direction of the door.
His words are followed by two paramedics rushing in behind him. Jensen already comes to again, when they heave him onto the wheeled stretcher.
He’s overwhelmed with sensations, when the black fades. His body aches all over as he shivers. He tries to reach for his head, feeling a skull-cracking headache build up on his right side, but his arms are restricted. He opens his eyes wide and gasps for air, when he starts to panic. He’s blinded by neon light, piercing through his irises, forcing him to close them and leave him in darkness again. The harder he focuses on the rest of his body, the more impressions wash over him. The ringing in his ears subsides, replaced by an unintelligible murmur. He notices a hand on his neck, rubbing circles into the soft spot just above his collarbone.
Jared!
He clears his throat to call out, but he ends up coughing, long and spine-chilling. It’s shaking his whole body against the restriction and when he finds his breath again, the lights and the odd feeling of being moved is gone. So is Jared’s hand. It leaves him with this longing urge, like a phantom pain.
He takes another chance on opening his eyes. Once his vision focuses, he catches sight of two paramedics. One is lubing these stick-on electrodes Jensen knows from ER or Grey’s Anatomy maybe, when they need to shock a patient.
Oh my god. His heart is going to stop. He’s gonna die. Here. Alone. Where is Jared?
Before a full-blown panic attack can hit him, his focus is brought to his hand. He feels something cold and before he can see what’s happening he feels the IV puncturing his skin. Owww. The solution feels cool where the drip snakes around his arm before it enters his bloodstream.
Then the electrodes are placed onto his skin where his open button-down shirt reveals his chest. He becomes aware of the constant beeping sound that pushes its way to the fore with every beat. It’s almost calming, when he listens to his heart beat.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
One of the paramedics leans into his vision. “Mr. Ackles? Can you hear me? Mr. Ackles, we’re taking you to Changi General Hospital.”
Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep.
His pulse quickens. Fuck. This is not happening. It’s a freaking nightmare.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
And where is Jared?
His heart misses a beat.
***
Part Four
***
Thank you for reading. I would be delighted, if you find the time to drop me a line.
Spread the sick!jensen love
One month after H1N1 arrived on its shores, China puts up stringent quarantine measures to prevent a pandemic of the disease ... As so many other Americans Jensen and Jared get caught in one of the dragnets.
From the beginning
***
“I’m not leaving him here.” Jared puts his free hand on Jensen’s knee; a touch full of intimacy and comfort.
“Mr. Padalecki, we can’t risk anybody else getting infected. Besides, we have very limited space in our facilities.”
Jared looks at her with enough pain her heart almost breaks. “I can assure you, Mr. Ackles is going to be very well looked after.”
***
Jared looks at her like he doesn’t understand the concept. Jensen can relate; he can hardly register the words. She could chat away in Chinese, Japanese, Korean, he probably wouldn’t even notice.
He just nods away, but Jared sees right through him. He knows what‘s really going on behind those glassy green eyes. He comes to sit beside Jensen, shoulders touching, drawing silent comfort from another.
Jensen only looks up when the young doctor offers him a “Get well soon” and a genuine smile, before she takes her leave.
Jared and everybody else are given back their passports together with their clearance. They need to sign some forms, leave their next contact details and are provided with a pamphlet and a disposal thermometer with the instructions to monitor their temperature over the next few days. Just in case.
It doesn’t take long for the room to empty and the two actors are left in much needed privacy, but neither one of them can break the silence.
Jared slowly feels the adrenalin wear off, making space for all these other feelings to crush in on him. He swallows hard against the freshly built-up lump in his throat.
Jensen looks up from where his eyes have been screening the floor tiles for the past few minutes. Only then he notices just how much this is taking a toll on Jared almost more than himself.
Jared’s focusing on his hands, picking at a scab he got from a stunt last week when he had accidentally crashed into one of the props. Jensen puts his hands on top to get him to stop and forces their eyes to meet.
“Tell me what to do, Jensen! Please, tell me what to do,” he pleads, his voice not even a whisper, his eyes shiny with tears ready to fall.
Jensen’s heart is breaking at the sight, because he literally has nothing.
“It’s just 24 hours in some clinic, Jay. It’s gonna be like the time I had pneumonia, remember?” He rambles through the first thoughts that come to his mind, “By this time tomorrow you’ll come pick me up and we can catch that plane to Sydney. It’s gonna be fine,” he tries, but he can’t even convince himself.
Jared’s eyes back down again, coming to rest on their hands that are still touching.
Jensen squeezes once, he jumps from the stretcher about to comfort his best friend in any way, as much as it’s worth right now, but his body axes his own plan.
Standing up he’s introduced to the full state of his condition. He barely gets the Jayout, before his knees buckle and everything around him goes black.
Jared’s strong arms grab his waist just in time to avoid a closer encounter with the stone tiles.
“Whoa, Jen. Shit. Jensen, c’mon buddy. Fuck. Help. I need some help in here.” He screams in horror.
Jensen comes round before Jared can even process the situation. He gently lowers him to the floor.
“Easy there. C’mon Jen, stay with me here.” Jensen’s eyes already start to regain focus and recognition wears over his face, when his eyes meet Jared’s.
“Hey buddy. You with me?” He squeezes his shoulder, waiting for a response.
Jensen just groans and clutches his head, trying to stop it from spinning.
“C’mon let’s get you back up,” Jared manhandles him back onto the stretcher, a firm hand on his chest guiding him to lie down.
“Can I get some fucking help in here,” he shouts over his shoulder.
The door opens and a young Asian shoots him a questioning look before his eyes fall upon Jensen and he shouts something to his colleagues.
Jensen’s hand is still clutching Jared’s shirt, “Easy Jen. I’m here. It’s gonna be okay.”
Jensen hauls himself up and Jared's about to press him back down, when he sees the panic in Jensen’s eyes and the color draining from his face. Jared’s not sure how he manages to react in time and push the nearby trash can into Jensen’s hands, before the other man hurls over and retches violently.
Telling Jensen to wait it out is useless, he settles for drawing soothing circles between his shoulder blades instead; a tantrum on his lips, telling himself that Jensen has to get worse first in order to get better.
Another round of nothing hits the trash can and lets Jared flinch in sympathy.
Reluctantly, Jensen lifts his head, testing if his stomach adjusts better to the new position. Jared, somehow magically, makes the trash can disappear before he’s back on Jensen’s side with some water. Jensen pushes himself to drink a sip of the liquid to get rid of the bitter taste in his mouth. His sense of balance is still swaying like a damn boat on the rockiest of seas, but he can keep the nausea at bay for now.
There’s hectic movement outside the room and Jared sees blue light flashing through the open door and reflecting off the opposite wall. Jensen doesn’t even notice until the siren wails and makes him jump a little. His eyes widen with realization and he tries to sit up, but Jared holds him down gently.
“Uh-uh, easy,” he shushes; a hand over his friend’s heart, pinning him down. "Just relax. I’m here with you,” he reassures, trying to calm the pounding beat echoing from Jensen’s chest.
They hear doors open and close, hinges creek and metal bumps into metal. “I’m just quickly gonna see what’s going on out there. You stay put.”
Jared covers the small distance with two strides, before he’s out of the door. Jensen can hear his baritone, but it’s too soft to make out the conversation. He props himself up on his elbows, slowly, giving his body time to adjust.
He needs to know what’s going on.
He needs Jared.
He sits up and lets his feet slip to the ground in a swift motion. He keeps a hold on the stretcher to steady him for the first steps. It’s just a few more meters between him and the door, when he let’s go of his support and stands alone. He never makes it any further.
***
When Jared hears the muffled thud, he can practically see Jensen keeling over in front of his inner eye. His heart drops and he sprints around the corner, almost falling over Jensen, whose body is slumped on the floor.
He kneels down, pulling Jensen up against his chest. His skin is as white as the dress shirt Jared’s wearing, the freckles as prominent as never before.
“Get the fuck in here.” he screams in the direction of the door.
His words are followed by two paramedics rushing in behind him. Jensen already comes to again, when they heave him onto the wheeled stretcher.
He’s overwhelmed with sensations, when the black fades. His body aches all over as he shivers. He tries to reach for his head, feeling a skull-cracking headache build up on his right side, but his arms are restricted. He opens his eyes wide and gasps for air, when he starts to panic. He’s blinded by neon light, piercing through his irises, forcing him to close them and leave him in darkness again. The harder he focuses on the rest of his body, the more impressions wash over him. The ringing in his ears subsides, replaced by an unintelligible murmur. He notices a hand on his neck, rubbing circles into the soft spot just above his collarbone.
Jared!
He clears his throat to call out, but he ends up coughing, long and spine-chilling. It’s shaking his whole body against the restriction and when he finds his breath again, the lights and the odd feeling of being moved is gone. So is Jared’s hand. It leaves him with this longing urge, like a phantom pain.
He takes another chance on opening his eyes. Once his vision focuses, he catches sight of two paramedics. One is lubing these stick-on electrodes Jensen knows from ER or Grey’s Anatomy maybe, when they need to shock a patient.
Oh my god. His heart is going to stop. He’s gonna die. Here. Alone. Where is Jared?
Before a full-blown panic attack can hit him, his focus is brought to his hand. He feels something cold and before he can see what’s happening he feels the IV puncturing his skin. Owww. The solution feels cool where the drip snakes around his arm before it enters his bloodstream.
Then the electrodes are placed onto his skin where his open button-down shirt reveals his chest. He becomes aware of the constant beeping sound that pushes its way to the fore with every beat. It’s almost calming, when he listens to his heart beat.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
One of the paramedics leans into his vision. “Mr. Ackles? Can you hear me? Mr. Ackles, we’re taking you to Changi General Hospital.”
Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep.
His pulse quickens. Fuck. This is not happening. It’s a freaking nightmare.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
And where is Jared?
His heart misses a beat.
***
Part Four
***
Thank you for reading. I would be delighted, if you find the time to drop me a line.
Spread the sick!jensen love