Apologies to Benry, Shant and Norammy, but Jally is my favourite batim ship so have some- Also I have a little head cannon that Jack would have went to medical school before discovering he could become a lyricist instead, so he knows a few things about medical stuff.
Any time the nurse was out for the day, Jack was assigned to take her place while she was gone. She wasn't gone often, but she was gone today. Jack expected that if anything, Thomas or Lacie were the most likely to get hurt because of their job, and most times they were the only ones. At the moment, however, Jack was bored out of his mind. He had nothing to do but sit on the infirmary bed and stare at the wall. He missed being back down in his office, writing song lyrics. It was especially now that he needed something to occupy his brain too, because he was trying to keep a certain someone off his mind.
But with nothing to do but think, Jack found he was thinking about him again. His best friend, the most obnoxious person in the world, someone who he shouldn't like at all because he was the exact opposite of everything Jack did like. Wally Franks was loud, energetic, and if Jack were being blatantly honest, kind of an idiot, but in a smart way. Whether it was a good time or not, the janitor would always be making jokes and smiling like nothing was ever wrong in the world. He was always dancing while cleaning up, even if he wasn't listening to music. He would sing and whistle, not caring if half the studio was yelling at him to shut up. Jack couldn't help but admire that.
Jack let out a long sigh and let his head drop back so it hit the wall. He stared at the corner of the ceiling, trying to force his mind to focus on anything else. After a minute, he decided that was impossible and would just have to accept he was in love with his best friend. As if the world wished to make him suffer today, he heard familiar footsteps and cheerful whistling come down the hall toward the infirmary. Wally poked his head in and his eyes met with Jack's. "Hey Jack. Nurse not here today?" The janitor guessed, walking into the room. Jack shook his head. His eyes trailed down and he saw that the bottom half of Wally's pant leg was ripped wide open, and it was soaked with blood. A large gash ran along his shin.
"What did you do?!" Jack yelped, shooting to his feet and rushing over worriedly.
"Well, I was cleanin' up an ink spill, an a pipe just exploded, an a chunk of it cut open my leg." Wally explained, settling himself down on the bed. "Hopefully ink doesn't infect it, cuz there's a lot of ink in the cut." He added.
Jack let out a frustrated sigh, and started gathering up a few items he'd need to help Wally. "Leave it to you to get yourself injured while standing still." He muttered, pulling bandages and disinfectant out of a cupboard.
"What's that?" Wally looked over at him curiously.
"Oh, nothing. Roll up your pant leg." Jack instructed, busy with pouring a bit of disinfectant onto a cotton swab. Wally did as he was told and rolled it up to his knee. It was deeper than Jack had thought, and would probably need to be wrapped up for a few weeks. "Jeez, Wally! How did an exploding pipe do this much damage to your leg?" Jack asked, looking up at the janitor with a bewildered expression across his face.
The janitor shrugged. "Ask the pipe. Maybe it was in a violent mood today." He smiled.
"Pipes don't have moods or feelings, Wally."
"How do you know? You're not a pipe."
"You're such a child." Jack smiled lightly as he finished wrapping the bandages around his best friend's leg. "There, all done. You should probably get back to work before Joey comes after you." He stood up and put away the medical supplies as he spoke, his back to the janitor.
Wally stared silently over at him for a few moments. "Yeah, I guess." He stood up, and gingerly tested his leg before making his way over to Jack. He hesitated for a moment, contemplating something in his small mind. "Thanks for fixin' my leg, Jacky." Wally leaned over and kissed the lyricist on the cheek, then cheerfully made his way out of the door.
Jack was stock still as his face flushed and his brain tried to catch up with reality. He turned to say something to Wally, but found the janitor was already gone. He smiled to himself and put a hand on his cheek, trying to calm his violently beating heart.
Dunno how long this was marinating in my drafts pile but here while I finish the last few requests.
