Help, I'm Alive (Alex & Jackson - kinda friendship)
Title: Help, I'm Alive
Author: only_obsession
Characters: Alex & Jackson
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jackson is struggling after the shooting and turns to an unlikely person.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
It's the damn drugs, he sighs and slowly turns over in his bed, the sheets are tangled and uncooperative at the bottom of the bed and it makes it even harder for his mangled body to move at all. He's desperately trying to get the images out of his head of Izzie in the bed next to him because of course, that was just a fallacy that hurts too much to think about.
Man, there was nothing quite like getting kicked when you were down.
He notices Jackson sitting in the chair by the window and it's a stark change from Lexie's small figure and worried face staring at him all hours of the day.
“What the hell are you doing here, man?” His words are thick and uncoordinated like the rest of his body feels, “... did they put me on suicide watch or something?” because frankly, at this point he would not be surprised if he's just fucking lost his marbles along with all that blood. Maybe after all the straws and all the other times Meredith thought he was going to snap, this was really the one straw that broke the camels back.
Jackson shakes his head and that one movement tells Alex that Dr. Avery is unsure about everything (it takes one to know one.)
Regardless of that newly found common ground Alex still feels the need to be as bitter as possible because it's like he can feeling crawling up the back of his throat, “then what the hell, man?”
Jackson's still wordless, but his eyes say a million sentences that he'll never verbalize because he's doesn't know how.
It dawns on Alex that Jackson is just as traumatized as he is and maybe just for today, he'll look the other way and give someone else a place to hide like he is.
Jackson's truth is that he can't take one more person looking at him like he's the hero of the whole fucking of situation and Alex is the one person in the world that will hate his guts regardless because he sure as hell wasn't Alex's hero. That's why he was taking refuge there, he can't take people looking at him with admiring eyes when he was just fucking lucky. So he flashes his eyes to Alex's hospital bed, focusing on his feet, “uh, thanks man...”
The other opens one eye and even that fucking hurts, “... no talking.”
Author: only_obsession
Characters: Alex & Jackson
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Jackson is struggling after the shooting and turns to an unlikely person.
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
It's the damn drugs, he sighs and slowly turns over in his bed, the sheets are tangled and uncooperative at the bottom of the bed and it makes it even harder for his mangled body to move at all. He's desperately trying to get the images out of his head of Izzie in the bed next to him because of course, that was just a fallacy that hurts too much to think about.
Man, there was nothing quite like getting kicked when you were down.
He notices Jackson sitting in the chair by the window and it's a stark change from Lexie's small figure and worried face staring at him all hours of the day.
“What the hell are you doing here, man?” His words are thick and uncoordinated like the rest of his body feels, “... did they put me on suicide watch or something?” because frankly, at this point he would not be surprised if he's just fucking lost his marbles along with all that blood. Maybe after all the straws and all the other times Meredith thought he was going to snap, this was really the one straw that broke the camels back.
Jackson shakes his head and that one movement tells Alex that Dr. Avery is unsure about everything (it takes one to know one.)
Regardless of that newly found common ground Alex still feels the need to be as bitter as possible because it's like he can feeling crawling up the back of his throat, “then what the hell, man?”
Jackson's still wordless, but his eyes say a million sentences that he'll never verbalize because he's doesn't know how.
It dawns on Alex that Jackson is just as traumatized as he is and maybe just for today, he'll look the other way and give someone else a place to hide like he is.
Jackson's truth is that he can't take one more person looking at him like he's the hero of the whole fucking of situation and Alex is the one person in the world that will hate his guts regardless because he sure as hell wasn't Alex's hero. That's why he was taking refuge there, he can't take people looking at him with admiring eyes when he was just fucking lucky. So he flashes his eyes to Alex's hospital bed, focusing on his feet, “uh, thanks man...”
The other opens one eye and even that fucking hurts, “... no talking.”