Jack Dawkins One Shots

Bunny & Bear P1

As the sun slowly rose over the horizon, its bright hot orange light started baking the dry, dusty clay below. The air was still and quiet, and most of the residents of Port Victory were still sound asleep in their cosy beds. Even the earliest risers, like the sailors and bakers, wouldn't be up for another hour or two.

Despite the early hour, something seemed off in Port Victory. The small town appeared empty, almost eerie in its stillness. The dusty streets, usually bustling with activity, were quiet and strangely vacant. It was as if the town had been abandoned overnight.

As you looked down the desolate streets, you could easily picture a tumbleweed making its way across the road. The houses and shops were all closed up tight, with no sign of life inside. The only sound was the occasional creak of a shutter in the light breeze and the whine of lantern lights being slowly swayed in the wind.

Despite the strange emptiness, there was a good reason for it. Something had happened in Port Victory,

About a month ago, a ship made its way to Port Victory. The men on board had a difficult journey as they were caught in a tropical storm while sailing through the West Indies. As a result, they arrived at the port suffering from severe dehydration, sickness, and other related health issues. At the time it seemed too simple, so normal.

But this was anything But. 

As the men arrived on the shores of Port Victory, they carried not just a few goods, but also an unknown virus that quickly spread through the town. It started with a few isolated cases, but soon the entire population was at risk. The virus was unlike anything Port Victory had ever seen before. The Blue Fever, as early symptoms, included a blueish tinge to the skin. The illness is characterized by a high fever, as well as a persistent cough, wheezing, and vomiting. As the illness progresses, the infected individual may experience shortness of breath, chest pain, hallucinations and delirium and a bluish discolouration of the face and hands due to a lack of oxygen in the body. Once the illness has reached a critical stage for many who contract this illness, death is an all too common outcome.

And it was spreading, faster than could be controlled across the colony. One-third of the colony was now being buried, one-third laid stuffed in the hospital corridors and wards, and the final third locked in their homes hiding from the devilish plague. 

The hospital was filled to bursting, people lay in every room possible even store rooms and stock rooms, the theatre turned into an extra ward, most nurses worked ragged and many dropped like flies. 

Of course, the doctors also were beyond overworked, leading to the stranger rather tranquil scene. 

Jack's small hospital room, situated on the second floor, the soft light filtering through the window cast an array of shadows across the floor. The room was cluttered with books, trinkets, and tools that were scattered on every surface, and dust particles floated in the air. Jack's clothes were strewn about the floor and chair, adding to the disarray.

Lying in his bed, Jack appeared to be in a deep sleep, with his body twisted and knotted under the white sheets. His blonde hair was messy and matted, and his foot dangled off the bed. His bare chest rose and fell with each breath, and his lips were slightly parted, displaying a small amount of drool on his pillow. Despite his seemingly peaceful state, one could sense that something was amiss. In the quiet of the night, I could hear the soft sound of his muttering snores and his breathy gasps. The rhythm of his breathing was steady and calm, almost like a lullaby that gently rocked me to sleep. Despite the dark and stillness that surrounded, there was a sense of comfort in the sound of his peaceful slumber.

However, this was not to last, as the door to his room flew open and Y/n marched inside in her nurse dress and apron, drying her hands on a fresh cloth, her hair braided and pinned up around her head. She beelined for his bed and shoved his chest, 

"Wake up." She demanded, 

"Uughhh..." He groaned,

"Up. Now." She demanded kicking his bed, 

"...Some nurses say please." He pouts not bothering to open his eyes, 

"Well I'm not some nurse," she glared, 

"Just a little longer Y/n I worked a double shift," 

She glared down at him, "Ohh did you? Ohh boo hoo. I just worked the last forty-eight hours with only coffee and pure adrenaline to keep me from falling into a cupboard and sleeping for the next five weeks. We have four nurses down, six more infected, and ten more bodies, sneed has locked himself in his room with one of the nurses calming he needs to be the new Adam and Eve for this post-apocalypse, proff is nine bottles of whiskey deep into a coma and I have just spent the last three hours cleaning up a pile of sick and shit in your ward." She explained her rage boiling just below the surface of her calm voice, "So get your god damn grumpy grizzly bear butt out of this bed and work," 

"...somebodies a touchy little bunny," he glared opening one eye to see her, 

"Get up. and get to work. or so help me I will cut open your stomach and hang you from the weather vein by your intestines." 

"Alright... alright..." He groans slowly sitting up, "Why has Sneed locked himself away?"

"He thinks this is the end of the world so he's taken a nurse and locked himself away to rebuild once we all die,"

"Great, don't know how far he's gonna get with one nurse but I like that he's thinking ahead." he rubbed his eyes, "Is that the plan going forward then? lock ourselves away until the illness dies out and then repopulate?"

"No Jack." 

"You sure? You can be the nurse I pick to repopulate with?"

"Get out of bed or-"

"Yeah. yeah. or you'll hurt me in some horrific way I'm getting there. Can you at least make me a coffee?" 

"Yes," She rolled her eyes going and making him a strong coffee and handing it over, "Here,"

"Thanks, little bunny," 

"You're welcome you stupid bear. Now come on pants. and get to work." she demanded before she headed out to get back to work.