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Whumptober #11- Self-Done First Aid

“Doc, I’m fine. I swear I butt dialed you.”

“You… You used your butt to call me…? This is even more reasons for me to come over and help you.” Henrik sounds alarmed from the other end of the line. Jackie heard shuffling and Henrik talking to someone else. Something along the lines of leaving early and working longer some other day.

“Doc, doc, listen! I don’t need you to come, okay? I don’t need you.” Jackie snapped, ending the call before Henrik could respond back. The hero breathes in deeply, his hand ruffling his own messy brown hair before falling back on the couch. He tossed the phone towards the other end before picking up the already open med-kit. Trembling hands pick a thread and needle, the hero disinfects it before he brings it to the gash on his arm.

A shaky exhale slips from his lips, and he has to bite his tongue to avoid a short yell coming out once the needle pierced his skin. Jackie always hated doing this part, it made his stomach twist and turn, but this is what he had to do. At least that way he didn’t have to worry anyone. ‘Maybe if you let Henrik come then it would’ve been a bit more bearable.’ His inner self retorts, of course that would’ve been the smart way, but Jackie wasn’t the type to make smart choices when it came to himself.

Once he was done, he had the urge to lay down. Exhaustion had finally caught up to him, or maybe it was the fact that blood was seeping through the bandages he had sloppily wrapped around his torso. His vision became blurry, and at that point he had already fallen on his side. Indigo eyes slowly flutter to a close. Maybe a nap will help with the dizziness, right?

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[dead-inside-mcgee]

Hi! If you're still taking asks for things to write, could you write something Janrik (Jackie x Henrik) related? There's barely anything on this site for the ship.

I think Jackie x Henrik is called Jackiestein, but I may be wrong

One afternoon, Henrik sat alone in his room hunched over a pile of paperwork, when there was a knocked at his door.

 “Come in!” he called, turning around in his chair.

 In walked the one and only, Jackie, clutching his arm and looking sheepish.   

 “Evening Jackie. Can I help you?” the doctor asked.

 “Um… well,” Jackie stumbled. “I hope I’m not bothering you.”

 “I wouldn’t have offered you my help if you were bothering me,” Henrik said, feeling as though he’d had this conversation a million times.

 Jackie shut the door and sat down on the doctor’s bed. He moved his hand to reveal a nasty looking scratch, that went all the way down his arm.

 “Hmm…” Henrik moved to get a closer look. “That is bad.”

 “Nothing too difficult, right?” Jackie asked, sounding nervous.

 “I’ll need you to take off your jumper,” he said. Jackie complied, slowly unzipping the zipper, realizing the he didn’t wear a shirt underneath. Henrik hoped his blush wasn’t too noticeable.

 The doctor rolled his chair over a drawer and pulled out a first aid kit. He pulled out some antiseptic and applied it to the scratch.

 Jackie hissed slightly, so Henrik tried to make quick work. Once the scratch was clean, he pulled out some banged’s and wrapped Jackie’s arm up.

 “Well, that should do it,” Henrik said.

 “Thank you!” Jackie cheered. Before even thinking, Jackie pressed a kiss to the doctor’s cheek.

 “Um… You’re welcome,” Henrik said, his face red looking dazed.

 “I should go now. More crime to fight.” Jackie fixed his jumper and ran out.

 “Bye,” Henrik mumbled pressing a hand over the place Jackie kissed.

[mail-me-a-snail]

“What if I’m not the hero everyone needs me to be? I’m a super hero without super powers...”

“You save people, do you not?”

““Well..yeah-”

“Then, you are a hero.” 

“Henrik, the same thing could be said about you! You save people on a daily basis.”

“Ja, zhat may be true, but people like me make sure people like you are well enough to go out and change the world.”

“...Thank you, Henrik.”

having lunch on top of a building and worrying about your own self-worth is a daily past time for the doctor and his hero. based on what jack said about jbm’s powers and how everyone’s drawing jbm for some reason

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Because I was bored and needed to practice anatomy, I drew kinda a cover of a Jse fanfic I'm writing.

The poor doctor has no idea what's in store for him.

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SepticEgo One Shots: Prompt 1

ansare - to hardly breathe, to be out of breath

Sometimes the attacks hit him out of nowhere. Even after almost a year of freedom- he couldn't escape the slight shake of his hands, the shadows that swam in his vision until he felt physically sick, the feeling of suffocation that enveloped him until he was gasping for air and staring off at things that only he could see.

Sometimes it would be weeks between episodes. Sometimes only days.

One time Chase touched his shoulder to ask him a question and it took almost 2 hours for him to calm down.

He hated feeling weak.

"You're not." Jackie assured him. "You're the strongest person I know."

He found that really hard to believe when he was tearing at his hair and gasping for breath between sobs in the relative isolation of his office. When he was hiding the deep bruises and white scars under long sleeve sweaters or his white coat.

Gentle hands touched him, causing him to recoil. Jackie held back, holding his hands out, palms up.

"Just tell me when you're ready." He said softly.

Truthfully, he didn't know if he ever would be.

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"Shot" with Henrik & Jackie? It's been a second since we've had some Jackiestein.

“Thought I told you to run,” Jackie managed in one breath, gasping raggedly as Henrik’s palms jammed down and created starbursts of pain. “Henrik...Come on, you need to go! They’re not far behind us and they’ve got too much firepower. Get out of here. Just go, I’ll be fine -- ”

“Yes, yes, yes, of course you will,” Henrik snapped, barely sparing a glance upward as he twisted his scarf around the wound, “because I am here to see that you do not play martyr! If this were me with a through-and-through bullet, you would turn and scurry away? Hmm? Answer me that!” 

Jackie’s strangled growl spoke volumes as Henrik dragged one of his arms up around his neck for leverage.

“There we are. I leave you behind the day you say you could leave me!” 

[paperbaghero]

So what's Jackiesteins powers?

Healing which sucks when he up against bad guys

[thefightisntoverme]

Present for @septic-dr-schneep I drew a cute little jackiestein qpr scene for ya!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

and here you have, two regular boys and two DF boys ....

THIS!!! IS!! AWESOME!!!!

I love them! Esp. the Marvin and Anti pose xDD

Jackiestein (ik terrible fusion name lol) looks like one tired superhero boi

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Febuwhump #7 Alt- Blackeye

The sound of the door opening and closing had the hero lift his indigo eyes from the comic he was reading. Jackie quickly tossed it aside, happy to see the doctor home.

“Hey doc! Little late to be coming home, huh? Rough shift?” Jackie asked though to his surprise Henrik didn’t get startled nor answer any of his questions. Well, he was expecting any reaction since he kinda sneaked into his home office without announcing anyone.

He had his reasons to…

A soft frown takes over his features, and soon he’s walking towards Henrik. “You doing alright?”

“Yes, yes, I am doing fine.” Henrik replied without a thought but Jackie could tell he wasn’t. After spending much time getting treated by the soon to be doctor he could tell something was definitely off. Even more so when Henrik hadn’t even direct his face towards him. Jackie stands from the black leather couch and walks towards Henrik. The closer he got the more he noticed how the doctor was in rough shape. His clothing was dirty, his long hair disheveled. Was he mugged on his way home?!

“Hen—“ Jackie whispered as he finally took a better glance at the doctor. Shock was evident in his eyes when he saw the bruises on his face. The lenses of his glasses were cracked but his vision was glued on his swelling, black eye. The hero takes a gentle yet firm grip on the doctor’s shoulders. “Who did this to you?”

Henrik exhales sharply to then pull away from Jackie. The floor creaks underneath his quick steps as he walks away from Jackie. “N-No. It was nothing, yes? M-My fellow doctors enjoy the messing around. It is meant to be fun—“ A weak chuckle slips from Henrik while his voice trails down.

“Your coworkers did this…?” Jackie asked quietly, his hands balling into fist. “Give me their names, now.”

Fear struck Henrik’s eyes at Jackie’s words and he started shaking his head. “I cannot do that, I-I will lose my job— I need this, m-my family…”

“That is exactly why you need to tell me who those fuckers are, or I will find out myself.”

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Febuwhump #6- Let me see

“Let me see… It’s alright, I’m just gonna take a look.” Jackie whispered, keeping his hands visible on each side of him. “Is it okay if I take a look, or do you want to show me?“

Henrik breathes out shakily, trembling hands still holding on to his leg. Brown locks cover the doctor’s expression, but Jackie didn’t need to see Henrik’s face to know how much pain he was. A moment or two go by before Henrik shakes his head, his hands searching for the wall as he attempts to stand.

“I am fine. I only lost my balance.” He managed in a grunt though his response only makes Jackie breathe out in defeat. Nonetheless, the hero stands and offers a helping hand to his friend, yet is left hanging. “Here, I’ll help you to your office.”

“I do not need your help. I can go on my own.”

“Hen, don’t keep shutting me out like that.” Jackie pleaded with sadness in his indigo eyes. He hated this, hated feeling so… useless. All he wanted was lessen the pain hunting his best friend, it hurt Jackie… “All I want is to help you just like you helped me ever since we became friends. You don’t have to pretend to be strong all the time.”

Those words cause Henrik to stop walking down the hall, his head lowering while his frame began to tremble. His back facing Jackie. The distance created between them comes to a close when Jackie takes hopeful steps towards Henrik, his instincts screamed to just hold his friend but he knew better than to do that without permission. He heard Henrik exhale shakily before a scarred hand moves in search for Jackie. At the movement, Jackie doesn’t think twice in offering his arm for support and he can’t help but to breathe out in relief. This is good, this is progress.

“My… My leg feels like its being set on fire… f-from the inside.” Henrik managed in a whisper but it was clearer in the hero’s ears. “It h-hurts—“

“Don’t worry, I’ll get your meds in no time but first let’s find a place so you can sit.” Jackie reassured while he helped him walk, making sure to take most of Henrik’s weight as they did.

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Febuwhump #16- “Does that hurt?”

“Okay, try this one.” Jackie instructed while putting his hand up. Weak, trembling fingers take a grip at his hand. “Good, now squeeze as hard as you can.”

The doctor did as told, they both have been doing this for a few months and Jackie couldn’t be more proud of Henrik for the improvement he had made so far. Yet… it pained him to see how frustrated things he used to do became. The grip on Jackie’s hand felt so weak and it worried him, but he did his best to not let it show. He didn’t want to discourage Henrik. “Hey, your grip is improving!”

Henrik soon let’s go of Jackie’s hand, retracting his hand close to his chest. The action has Jackie’s brow furrowing in worry, “Does that hurt?” He asked in concern.

“No… More like I cannot feel… anything.” Henrik whispered in defeat, dull icy blues gazing at his now scarred hands.

“Hen… you’re still healing. Of course it’s gonna take time—“

“His strings… they cut deep—“ Henrik mumbles somberly while his thumb rubs harshly on the faint mark. “He knew what my life’s work meant— He knew if I-I cannot be a doctor, then what is my purpose…?”

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Hello! I just wanted to credit the blog that has been recently inspiring me for the Whump. @whump-side and their amazing art inspire this. It was a mix between this and this one. I hope you guys enjoy. 🥺 and Please, give them a follow. Their content is amazing!

Also also... I’m sorry if this is too long qwq

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The wind howls softly, dragging with it a freezing chill. One that would make anyone shiver if they weren’t fully prepared for such weather. Not only that, but the air felt heavy, the kind of heaviness of the beginning of a storm. The doctor huffed, his breath visible in the cold night. Luckily he had brought a scarf and a pair of gloves to keep him warm until he reached his car.

After turning the vehicle on you’d think he would’ve blasted the heater to warm his trembling fingers, but no. Instead, icy blue irises gazed with worry at the screen on his phone, brows knitting with concern when he didn’t see any old notifications. Odd, he would’ve had heard from him at least by now. A heavy sigh slips from Henrik’s lips as he tucks his phone away, now fully prepared to drive home before the snowfall. The news said nothing about snow, but Henrik had faced hard winters growing up in Germany, he could tell by the air alone it was going to snow that night.

Even if his mind was set on driving home, his mind kept wondering to his phone and how the hero had not sent a single text. Is not like they were close friends, in fact, he might not even consider the soon to be doctor a friend with how much he had scolded the uprising vigilante. Yet, here he was worrying for a stranger.

“He is probably fine— It does not make any sense for me to worry over him so much.” Henrik mumbles to himself as he pulls away from the parking lot.

The lights shine above the doctor’s car as he drives by. The streets were quiet, mostly because it was three in the morning. One hand sat on the steering wheel while his arm was propped against the window, fingers lightly brushing against his chin. A small mannerism he hadn’t dropped while he was deep in thought. Blue irises flicker to the street names. He only had to take a right instead of a left and it would take him to the hero’s home.

A sharp sigh slips by his parted lips, “I must be out of my mind—“ Henrik mumbles as he pressed on the gas and took the right turn.

The drive wasn’t that far. Soon enough, Henrik pulled over the curb, just across the entrance of the apartment complex. The neighborhood was quiet, yet it gave the doctor a sense of dread. Henrik would never understand why Jackie lived in the most dangerous part of town. Even at three in the morning, gangs walked down the sidewalk, and it made his anxiety skyrocket. He exhales shakily before getting off of his car, the beeping when he locked it seeming louder than it should on the quiet night. He quickly walked to the complex, steps echoing around him while involuntarily looking over his shoulder as he climbed the steps to the upper floor. His mind thought of all the ways he would scold him when he finally came face to face for not giving him at least one call. Concerned and irritated, he knocked on the door to Jackie's apartment. "Hey, Jackie, it is Dr. Schneep." He waited a moment and listened for a response or some sort of shuffling within the apartment. His concern increased when there was no reply and he knocked once more, this time with more force. However, the door seemed to crack open with the force.

His eyes scanned the apartment, hoping Jackie would walk out into the room and greet him nonchalantly and have some silly excuse as to why he wasn't quick to answer the door. What his eyes found instead was a disheveled hero draped half on the couch. His suit was half off and various bandages wrapped around his arm and chest. Medical wrappers and various ointments scattered around him. The doctor wasted no time and rushed over him, worry and concern overthrowing the annoyance he felt before.

“Jackie? Jackie!? Can you hear me?” Henrik nearly yelled as he fell on his knees next to Jackie, now taking a closer look to the wounds. Brows furrow with concern at the sight of bandages sloppily wrapped around his torso, crimson seeping through. Not only that but cuts, blacks and blues littered his arms and face. Not to mention the thread and needle stained and discarded on the nightstand. How long has he been doing this for...?

Henrik placed his gloves on, he always carried a pair in every pocket for situations like these. Always prepared for anything and everything. His hands take a strong grip on the hero’s arm, the area with less damage but he is quick to pull with a soft hiss and a curse in his mother language under his breath. A gloved hand merely hovers over Jackie’s bruised cheek and it was enough for Henrik to feel the massive heat irradiating from him. Has Jackie been working while being sick? Compared to the hero, Henrik’s built was merely average so when he hooked his arms under Jackieboy’s arms to fully pull him on the couch it made Henrik stager just a little bit. However, the the sudden movement made dazed indigo irises crack open, despite being lost in whatever dream he had, Jackie felt the need to jerk and fight back.

“N— Hgn- G-Get away...” Jackie mumbled, a weak bandaged arm swatting the intruder away. Not that it would do anything. Even with his super human strength, Henrik was able to gently take his hand and push it down.

“Mein freund, it is just me. I do not know how, but you are lucky to have made it to your apartment. Do not worry, the good doctor is here to take care of you, yes?” Henrik said with reassurance as he peeled off the bandages from the hero’s clammy body, only to reapply new ones in the correct way.

It takes a moment or two for Jackie to process what was happening and once everything clicks together he chuckles weakly, which is followed by a cough. “Schneep... Y-You don’t have to do t-this. I can take—“

“You have several broken ribs, an alarming gash on your side which,by the looks of it, it is infected. Which caused the escalating fever you have. Over here you have a bullet wound, I do hope you were able to remove the bullet or you are in big trouble.” Henrik stated, icy blue eyes still glued to his work. “Did you attempt to sew this close yourself?” Henrik sighs sharply through his nose, the more he notice the poorly maintained and care for old wounds the more irritated he grew. “Why did you not call me? I told you back at the hospital—“

“To call when I needed help...” Jackie finished, the hero seeming more awake now than before. Indigo eyes shift from the doctor next to him to the ceiling. “I’ve never had someone care for me before. It’s kinda weird having Chase around too. And now you... Asking for any type of help is not somethin’ I do. Especially in my position. If I ask for help— then am I meant to be a hero?”

Henrik listened attentively, this had been the most he heard Jackie speak his mind and he wasn’t about to interrupt his ramble. Yet, everything went quiet after that question.

“I understand your concerns, but you need to understand this. Asking for help it is not a sign of weakness. To my understanding, if you develop the ability to ask for help when you really need it... It will help you become a better hero.” Henrik takes a pause as he finished re-stitching one of the gashes on his side. “If I had not come here then you would have gotten very sick. What then?”

Jackie had been quiet as he listened. He didn’t want to admit it, but the doctor had a point. It just was something he wasn’t ready to accept. Would it really be okay for him to let people in...?

“Being a hero is not based or measured by how strong you are. Or how many buildings and rocks you can lift. Being a hero is when to be vulnerable around people that care for you.”

“You are very wise for your age, doc... Y’sure you’re not just an old wizard man in disguise?” Jackie jokes which, to his surprise, Henrik seemed to chuckle. “I guess you’re a hero of your own— Thanks for comin’ all the way over here...”

“Next time a call would be best. We are... friends after all, yes?”

Friends... Jackie flashes a half smile on his direction. “Friends. It has a nice tone to it.”

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Febuwhump Day 1- Mind control

“Henrik! Snap out of it!” The hero yelled as he dodge the sharp scalpels thrown at him, one of them flying dangerously close to his eye. His heart was racing a million miles, fear and despair in his voice and indigo irises. His stomach churns when he takes notice of the bright, red thread wrapped tightly around his friend’s wrists and throat. Those icy blue eyes that held contentment, and hope now hazy and full of static.

“Come, come, mein freund, it is time for surgery.” Henrik’s words sent a chill down his spine, almsot making Jackie to lose his breath. “Master wants a brand new puppet— I am an obedient puppet. I-I must listen—“

“No, no! Henrik, please. I don’t wanna hurt you!” Jackie yelled pleadingly as he grabbed the Doctor’s wrists, squeezing them until he heard a yelp and the clanging of the scalpels falling to the ground. “Remember! You are stronger than this!”

“Ah, such an easy one this one.” The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as the glitch laced voice reached his ears. Soon enough, Anti revealed himself just behind the doctor, his fist gripping Henrik’s strings in a possessive manner. A wide grin spreads on his face, one that made the hero sick to the stomach. “All I have to say is a few code words— and he’s mine all over again.”

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Febuwhump Day 4- Impaling

A/N: Heyo! So, this story is inspired by this amazing art piece, drawn by @rediculous-art! I’ve been wanting to write it for a while (probably a year or so) and I’m so sorry I’m late, but here you go as promised! I hope you like it.

“Hold still, please.” Henrik orders softly, “I am almost done with the stitches.”

“Thanks again, Henrik.” Jackie managed through clenched teeth. He could get beat up, get stabbed or shot, and yet he couldn’t handle thread and needle piercing his skin. Then again, there was so much Henrik could do at home, in the middle of the night. That fact alone made the hero feel guilty. “I’m... I’m sorry for coming in the middle of the night, I know you barely get sleep with your job plus raising Elaine.”

Jackie expected for Henrik to agree, but instead he was met with a gentle smile. Henrik gestured for Jackie to lift his arms so he could start wrapping the bandages around his abdomen. “I do not mind helping a friend in need, and you are my closest friend. I just wish you would have given me more of a heads up.”

“I did give you a heads up.” Jackie winced once the wrapping was done and he let himself lay on the soft cushion of the couch.

“You said it was just a graze.” Henrik said as he put his tools away to then sit down on the floor and pick up his cup of coffee.

“It was!”

“Jackie, you were stabbed.” Henrik observed with a deadpan expression.

The hero scoffs before rolling his eyes. “Well, the knife did graze me.”

Henrik can only chuckle, “But you somehow forgot to mention the stabbing part?”

Both of them laugh together as quietly as they can, though it doesn’t last very long for Jackie since laughing caused him pain. Henrik hums to calm his chuckles but then he goes quiet, sipping on his coffee before turning once more towards the hero. “How did it happen? You are usually very careful— Well, as careful as you can be.”

Jackie lets his eyes drift towards the ceiling, memories of those hunting neon green eyes staring back at him with insanity. His laughter echoing in his mind despite sounding like it came from a broken radio. The glee his new enemy showed as the knife caught him off guard and impaled him. The hero takes a deep breath, shaking those disturbing memories before flashing his signature smile. “I’ve been overworking myself, so the bastard I was fighting took advantage of it.”

Henrik hums once more, taking the hero’s words into consideration. He sighs and then stands. “Well, you spend the night here, yes? Get the rest you have been neglecting.”

Jackie snorts, “You sure your wife won’t mind?”

“Ah, you are part of the family. It will not be any trouble. Holler if you need any more painkillers.” With that said, the doctor started heading up the stairs.

“G’night, Hen!” Jackie whisperes loudly, though, as soon as he said it a cry was heard from upstairs and soon a woman calling for Henrik. Jackie can’t help but flinch, mouthing a ‘sorry’ towards the doctor’s direction. After the doctor disappeared up the stairs Jackie stays awake. He couldn’t sleep, not after finding a whole new treat to his city.

He only hopes that thing, whatever it is, doesn’t find out about his new found family.

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Febuwhump Day 8- “Hey, hey this is not time to sleep.”

His heart felt like it was gonna burst straight out of his chest. The lights above him created a blurred patter as he ran and ran. The hero felt dizzy, nauseous even for this event felt all too familiar. What if... what if Jackie was as too late this time?

No, no time to overthink.

Jackie pressed faster, footsteps echoing down the stretching hallway. If it weren’t for his mask, he wouldn’t have seen the two men hiding behind the walls at the end of the hallway, guns in hand and ready to fire. In a blink, Jackie jumps up the wall, pushing himself side to side to throw them off. He manages to kick one of the men, instantly falling unconscious at the kick. The one behind him fires, hitting his arm. Thanks to the adrenaline pumping through his veins it didn’t bother him, in fact, it made him more pissed.

With a glare that could kill, Jackie takes the gun and twist the barrel with ease, tossing it to the ground with a huff. Seeing the man stumble backwards at what the hero is capable of, and he begins to scramble. He didn’t get far, for Jackie had jumped and pinned him to the ground, knee pressing his lower back as he pulled one of his arms in a way shouldn’t be pulled.

“You have five seconds to tell me where he is.” Jackie said through gritted teeth, “Tell me and I’ll consider not to break your arm, aight? One... Two...”

“Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you!” The man nearly sobbed, “T-The basement— Arrowood k-kept him— AH-!”

“And Arrowood? Where is he?!” Jackie was growing impatient, every second he wasted there could be doing something to his best friend. At the silence Jackie twisted the man’s arm which earned him a scream.

“GONE! H-He’s gone! We j-just wanted the ransom m-money!” He grunted under Jackieboy’s weight. “Why do you even care?! He’s just another rich doctor!”

Those words had Jackie’s blood boiling. His upper lip twitched with anger as he took a fistful of the man’s hair and slammed it against the concrete ground. That alone was enough to knock him out cold. Jackie stands, fits trembling on each side. “Do not disrespect him like that ever again—“ he mumbled before he set off again. It didn’t take him long to find the basement. Jackie didn’t waste time and slammed the door down, and the sight of Henrik sitting tied up to that chair, head hanging low and hair covering his face. Unwanted memories resurfaced but soon enough he shoved them back deep into his mind.

In a blink he is next to him. Relief washing over him as he picked up the ragged breathing. “Hen...?” He whispers before gently placing his gloved hands on his leg. The touch, however, makes the doctor flinch but at the moment that only brought ease to the hero’s heart. “Hen, is just me. You’re safe.”

Henrik’s head slowly tilts up, his hair falling off to the side to let way to his face. The fear in his icy blue eyes slowly dissolving into relief and happiness. “J-Jackie... Yo—You came f-for me...”

Those words... they tug at his heartstrings. Sign that, just like him, the thought of Henrik being taken away again being present in their minds. Despite the hurt, Jackie chuckles softly, “Of course I came for you.”

“I-I did not tell them anything.” Henrik whispered, his voice hoarse from what Jackie can imagine was the screaming. “Th-They know we know each other. They a-asked who else knows... But-But I did not speak—“

“It’s alright, Hen. Save your strength.” Jackie hushed as he ripped the ropes bounding him to the chair, despite the situation Jackie found himself cracking jokes. “You really need to stop getting yourself into trouble.”

As soon as the ropes where gone, Henrik fell forward and onto Jackie. He could feel the consciousness slipping from him and that made him curse. “Hey, hey, this is no time to sleep—” but it was too late, Henrik had let himself be dragged by the void. It didn’t matter, Jackie had already scooped him up in his arms and had already set off where he came from.

“Why is it always you...” he mumbles, sighing with guilt. “I know this is selfish... but I’d rather have to save a civilian than knowing you are in danger. You’ve suffered enough...” his words went unheard, and he was glad they did.

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