Jahnnie Drabbles☆

☆Sprained Ankle Pt2☆

Request:xxTheCrazyMagicxx

[ Sprained ankle part 2 except it's the Johnnie version!! :D and Jake takes care of him<3 ]

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Johnnie was currently clicking around on his computer. He assumed he was the only one awake since the clock read 2:43AM.

He decided to get up from his swivel chair and leave the room for a moment. Forgetting to turn on the hallway light and disregarding it, he began to walk down the stairs in the pitch darkness. But he accidentally snagged his boot on his leg, which caused him to yelp in surprise and trip down a few steps.

Jake heard the yelp and got up from his bed, walking over to the stairs and looking down them, his eyes squinting as he tried to see in the darkness.

"Fuck!" Johnnie winced as he tried to get up from the stairs, but he couldn't budge.
Jake sighed, and walked down the stairs to help him up. "You okay?" he asked, offering his hand.

Johnnie reaches over and grasps Jake's hand. He tried to stand up but he let out a cry in pain. "Fuck, fuck, nonono."

Jake immediately got concerned and crouched down next to him. "What's wrong? What hurts?" he asked, his voice full of worry.

"My damn ankle, man!" Johnnie exclaimed in pain. He stood up, and tried placing his foot down on the stair, but he couldn't.

Jake quickly wrapped his arm around Johnnie's waist to keep him from falling, and he bent down to inspect his ankle. "It looks pretty bad," he said, his eyebrows furrowing in concern.

"Let's get me upstairs," Johnnie winced as he grips the stairway handle. Hopping himself up the stairs.

Jake nods, and helps him up the stairs, keeping his arm wrapped around him for support. Once they reach the top, he guides him over to the emo's bed in his room. "Here, sit down and rest your ankle," he says.

Johnnie winced as he sits on his bed, letting out a cry. "Fuck! Okok, boot is coming off."

Jake kneels down next to him, watching as he takes his boot off. "How does it feel now that the boot is off?" he asks, his voice still filled with concern.

"Still hurts, but not as compressed." Johnnie hissed in pain. His ankle looked swollen and bruised.

Jake frowns as he looks at the bruise and swelling. "Do you want me to get you some ice?" he asks.

"Ye-yeah please." Johnnie replied, laying his head on his pillow. His eyes glossed with tears from the pain, "Fuck it hurts man."

Jake nods, and stands up. "I'll be right back," he says, walking out of the room to go get some ice. He comes back a few minutes later with a bag of ice wrapped in a towel. "Here you go," he says, handing it to him.

Johnnie grasps the bag of ice that is covered by the towel. He applied it to his ankle, letting out a whine from the pain. "Ouch.."

Jake sits down next to him, and places his hand on his shoulder, rubbing it comfortingly. "It's okay, it's going to be okay," he says, trying to soothe him.

"Should've turned the fuckin' light on, I'm stupid as fuck." Johnnie shakes his head, his emo bangs falling over his face. He attempts to move his ankle in a circular motion, but lets out a loud cry. "NOPE, NOPE!"