A Pirate's love

Chapter 152

Jack found himself awake and alone, lying next to a heavily sleeping Angelica. He shivered when he saw how faint her breath was. Gently, he felt her heart beat- faint as well. She was still very pale and did not stir when he did as usual.
"Angelica," Jack whispered to wake her. She did not so much as hitch a breath.
"Angelica," he tried again, louder. Her head rolled to the side limply.
"Angelica!" He said much louder and shook her.
A small moan escaped her lips.
"Oh dear god, I thought you were dead," Jack clutched his heart.
Angelica's eyes very groggily opened and she laid eyes on a blurry Jack.
"Angelica, you've slept for 18 hours, you probably need to get up."
Angelica shook her head and curled up with the blankets.
Jack chuckled and got out of bed, sauntering to the foot. In one swift motion, he tugged all the sheets away from her, leaving her bare and cold.
Angelica whimpered and groaned before giving up and sitting to stand.
She shot Jack a playful glare before putting weight on her feet, only to fall to the floor.
"Are you alright?" Jack rushed to her side and pulled her back to the bed.
She closed her eyes and fell back onto the bed.
"Angel, are you ok?"
"Extremely tired, actually. Exhausted more like." She shrugged and yawned.
"Rest," he demanded, "hopefully you're just tired."
Angelica nodded and rolled over, falling asleep as soon as she was comfortable.
Jack watched her with worried eyes. His lover in pain, not even well enough to see her newborn child, and all he could do was watch her sleep. Jack finally decided to seek help and made port in the nearest town, Germany.
He rubbed Angelica's shoulder until she woke.
"You need to get up, love. I will help you. We're going somewhere," he informed.
Angelica unexpectedly agreed and rolled over. She slowly sat up and shakily grabbed Jack's shoulder. Her grasp was weak, but it was all she could manage. She was shaking and nearly white.
Jack steadily helped her walked off the ship and to a fairly big sized building. They walked in and Jack walked her over to a desk with a young woman behind it.
"She's just had a baby and is extremely weak," Jack explained to the woman, who immediately called for a doctor who took Angelica from Jack. He followed them to a bed where they laid Angelica down and stuck various needles in her arm.
"What are you doing?" Jack asked as he examined the amount of unknown needles they'd just stuck in his wife.
"She's not doing well," the doctor said, "we're doing what we have to."
Angelica's face barely flinched when the substances started flowing into her veins. Jack watched her, in pain himself, and said a silent prayer to any god that would listen.
"Jack," Angelica croaked in an extremely weak voice.
The man of her calling immediately turned his entire attention over to her.
"I love you."
Jack smiled and the bottom of his eyes glistened. "I love you too, Angel."
"Sir," one of the nurses addressed, "it would be best if you would stop by later. You can always come in to visit-"
"I'm not leaving until she does. I don't care if that's a month, I'm sleeping right here," he said and leant back on the small bench.
The nurse was taken aback, but nodded and left.
Angelica gazed at him from across the room on her hospital bed and smiled.
Jack crossed the distance and laid his head on her stomach. He felt Angelica's hands thread themselves through his hair and untangle it. She braided and unbraided the beaded mess until Jack finally stood.
"Don't you need to get back to the ship? For the baby."
"Gibbs can handle it," Jack replied, and saw her small frown. "But I will be right back." He said and dashed out of the room, down the streets of the town, and onto his ship. He barged into Gibbs's cabin, where the man was drunkenly asleep on his desk, next to the baby's crib.
Jack took the small creature and did his best to shush it from crying as he made his way back to the hospital. He covered the baby's nose as he entered, to protect from the diseases, and traveled up to Angelica.
Her face lit up as she saw Jack's present. She took it in her arms and embraced it, allowing some tears to fall on its head.
Jack wrapped his arms around them both and observed the second wonder they'd created. Her brown eyes resembled her mother's, and her dark brown hair resembled them both.
Angelica lifted the child onto her feet and looked into her eyes. "Isabel," Angelica said.
"Isabel Sparrow," Jack confirmed.
Angelica looked at him and grinned. She attempted to put her arms around him, but nearly pulled the needles out. She whimpered in pain and sighed.
"Do they even know what is wrong with me?"
"They have not said," Jack said right when a nurse entered. The whole family turned their heads to the nurse and the paper that they hoped were results.
"Misses Sparrow," the woman read, "you have no disease or illness, you have simply lost most of the water from your body during your childbirth."
Jack and Angelica simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief and regained their color.
"You should be able to leave today."
"Then we're leaving. We've a baby to take care of," he put his forehead to Angelica's and stroked her cheek with one hand, distracting her from the fact that he was disconnecting her no longer needed fluids from her arm. She gasped as he lifted her and carried her out the door.
She laughed and laid her head into his chest lovingly. "I can always count on you to ruin the good things," she said and laughed harder at his hurt face, "for the better."