Jack Dawkins One Shots

I hope you wake up soon

I sat on my bed and tried to get some sleep, even if every inch of me hurt. Sore bruises and burning pain across me, no matter how I lay or moved. I heard the door creek open and I shivered under the sheets. His heavy footsteps walk through the house and grow closer and closer to the bed. The scent of whiskey came with him, leaving a sour scent in the room. I felt the weight of him on the bed the sheets suddenly ripped from my body causing my skin to tremble. His soft hands stroked across my skin and my nightgown his hands reached for my breasts and my thigh I tried to push his hands away but he pulled my arm so hard I felt my shoulder be shifted out and I screamed. But he covered my mouth with his hand before he forced me down on my stomach no matter how I whined, how I cried, now I screamed out in agony.

I pushed myself out of the bed and pulled my underdress onto my body slowly, I dressed myself without use of my arm. Once dressed I headed out without a word and walked through the dusty port victory streets until I reached the royal hospital. I pushed open the door and headed in doing my best to hold my arm. The entryway was clean with the chemical scent hiding blood and bile that it always had, and I didn't even need to say a word.

Doctor Jack Dawkins stood by the outpatient desk with some paperwork in hand from his time on the ward this morning. He must have just finished his rounds with his usual laced brown shoes and dusty brown trousers, his stained white shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows, his blue textured waistcoat too short for him revealing a peak of his suspender clips, his moth-eaten green tie around his neck, his dirty blonde hair all swooped to one side. He looked up from his paperwork his brown eyes looked me up and down, from my Y/H/C hair to my brown boots, before he pinned my Y/e/C eyes with his own brown eyes giving me nowhere to look but back at him. I did my best not to blush to smile as I saw him as even in my pain he was a comfort. He didn't speak, he simply glanced at the patient room closest to the door. I nodded and headed in sitting myself on the bed and he followed me closing the door behind me.

"Let me guess? You fell down the stairs?" He asked his hands in his pockets,

"I fell out of bed." I lied,

"You are a clumsy little thing aren't you Y/n," He chuckled as he gave my forehead a gentle kiss,

I blushed hard barely able to look him in the eye,

"Can I touch?"

I nodded but quickly spoke up, "The window."

"Right of course," He nodded, "How could I forget," he said as he locked the door, pulled the blinds on the inside and outside windows, "There. Secret doctoring." He laughed,

I giggled a little but I tried to hide it, "I'm sorry-"

"It's fine, you're a very secretive little thing," he chuckled, "I am going to take a guess and say Simon doesn't know you're here?" he asked as he began to check me over,

"No."

"Does he know you're hurt?"

"...I can only assume so."

"Alright," He sighed, "Your shoulder is dislocated."

"...I see." I gulped,

"Y/n." He began my body trembling, "You can't dislocate your shoulder falling out of bed,"

"I- I am a clumsy girl. A stupid, clumsy girl." I explained my eyes welling up with tears,

"Is that what Simon tells you?" he whispered, "Cause I admit Y/n I'm impressed, you're quite the ventriloquist. You open your mouth and Simon's words come out."

"I-I-"

"Y/n, I know you're scared of him." He said his hand on my cheek, "but it's tearing me apart to keep seeing you like this." he whispered, "Please... if you're not safe if you don't feel comfortable if you're afraid of what he might do. Tell me."