"When the world has brought you down to your knees..."

[meandmyrockstar]

Who? live4themoment and meandmyrockstar
What? I'll be there for you.
When? The late afternoon after Jack's put in a room.
Where? Mt. Sinai Hospital
Rating: Probably pretty safe... There may be swearing

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[live4themoment]

Jack's short-term memory when he was sick was shot to shit. He now had very little recollection of even being in the Emergency Room, let alone anything surrounding the attack. This had just happened to him so many times in the past, he was used to waking up how he had and used to be shoved in yet another hospital room with yet more IV lines feeding into him with cortisone to try and ease some of the symptoms. It felt worse than an hangover, and as Jack clawed his consciousness back and got a little more clarity around him of the situation after the worst of it all hit, he started to piece together what symptoms had hit again with a vengeance

[meandmyrockstar]

It hit Mandy as she stood outside his door that maybe, Jack really hadn't wanted her here in the first place. It was a huge thing, and from what he'd told her, and what she'd read, came with some symptoms that could definitely be embarrassing for someone you barely knew to see. Still, her first response when she'd seen his Facebook post had been far less related to the likelihood of his symptoms being hard for him to let other people see, and far more concerned with being there for someone she really liked when he wasn't feeling well.

When he responded with her name, even that simple word alone was enough for her to realize his words were slurring. She was pretty sure she remembered at some point Jack telling her that, when he was sick, he sounded drunk or high, and had been accused of as much in the past when it wasn't, in fact, the case. For the first time, it hit Mandy that maybe she shouldn't be here. Not because she didn't want to be here for Jack, because she did. But because she wasn't sure Jack really wanted her here, and

[live4themoment]

Jack gave a nod, careful to not get too overenthusiastic with it, because his head had that exploding feeling to it. They had given him some pain medication, but it hadn't quite gotten to the place where it was working yet. He was hit with a sudden wave of self-conciousness but there wasn't a lot he could do. He looked like shit. He didn't even need to see himself in a mirror to know that, because he always looked shit after the attacks like this. It put his body through the ringer and he was just glad he was finally in a bed where he could rest, and it was in a private room that was quiet and not to brightly lit. It was even looking a little grim with a huge bunch of flowers and a stuffed dragon Amelia had brought him. He had appreciated it beyond belief too, and hopefully he would be able to express that more to his sister later when he wasn't feeling like his head had been run over by a train

[meandmyrockstar]

As she moved closer to Jack, Mandy could see how sick he looked. It was pretty full-on seeing him like that when the last time she'd seen him had been the weekend when he'd been more or less fine, just really tired. It was like a night and day difference. She took the seat Jack offered her, turning to look at him with concern. For a moment she wasn't entirely sure what to say. It was different when it was Blaine, because they'd been friends for a long time, and Mandy knew the specifics of his condition and what he needed from her when he had a fit, and in the aftermath. Jack's condition, while it had some symptoms in common, was not the same, and Mandy hadn't known him nearly long enough to know the best things to do and say.

Asking if he was okay would be stupid, because clearly, he wasn't okay. In the end, the first thing she asked was, "When did you start feeling bad, love?"