If anyone hurted you, I don't know what I would do--

[atrumcanis]

Who: atrumcanis + cowboy_newsie
When: forwarded dated to the 17th of December, after Jack's rescue
Where: Skye Hospital
Summary: Jack, newly rescued by Batman, is in the hospital following his stint in Black Mask's basement. There's no way in hell he's just going to lay there without company.

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[atrumcanis]

Sirius shoves away from the door at that invitation, moving in a rush. There's tubes and wires and he pushes past it all, climbing over the stupid bars that they put on the sides of hospital beds. His boots are muddy, but he only thinks of that, distantly, as if Jack will care, as if they're in the firehouse and Jack is going to complain about something so mundane, mostly to be an idiot, hardly meaning a word of it.

They should be at the firehouse, right now, but they aren't, and for a moment Sirius considers just Apparating there, taking Jack with him. Only someone will notice--and he doesn't care about that, but he does--

But all of that is distant, a wash of white noise. It's Jack that he's looking at, Jack, beside him, something that should be impossible. He smells like a hospital--and a great deal else beneath that, blood and sweat and stale something, things that Sirius hardly wants to consider right now. Later, that will come later; he grits his teeth.

This time, he doesn't wait for Jack to bid him to move. One second, he's staring at him--and the next he shifts, suddenly, pulling himself closer, pulling Jack to him. It's all awkward angles and elbows and wrists and knees and he should be more careful, he should move more gingerly, he should have warned Jack, but he can't help it, his chest is tight and his eyes are hot and half-shut and he pulls Jack to him, warm and real and alive and here, really here.