(I'm sorry this took months I lost motivation 😛 but here's chapter 4) ;)Y/n walked into his room, it's like nothing she'd ever seen before. Jack had a bed well made, and equipment scattered across his desk. He even had a window. Her boots lightly tapped the wooden ground as she stepped further in.
"Christ, Jack." The woman said in amazement. The blonde man only grinned, y/n being shocked was an amusing sight to see.
"I had the same reaction when I first walked in. But you should see the governor's house." He smirked at her, snapping her out of her trance. She raised a brow.
"I think any more than this might give me a heart attack." She replied. Jack let out a small chuckle. The girl continued, "but I'm sure you'd get all doctor-y and save my life." She spoke unseriously.
She carried on letting her eyes wander the well organised room as the pair made themselves more at home. They sat in silence for a while.
Y/n allowed her face to slowly drop as that pain came back for a second. Like a staple going through her heart. But only for a second.
"What is it?" Jack queried, sitting himself on his mattress. Y/n shook her head, as if to tell him not to worry. "Don't be stubborn, what's wrong?" You could see the concern grow on his face.
She didn't realise she'd been holding her breath, but she finally let out a gasp when that pain stabbed itself back into her chest, harder. She stumbled slightly, this made Jack stand himself back up and lead her slowly to his bed, letting her sit.
"Are you alright?" Asked Jack, his hands on her shoulders. She answered more truthfully, "not exactly."
Her eyes squeezed shut as her breathing quickened. But she tried not to let all her oxygen disappear at once.
"Breathe. In and out, okay?" He breathed with her, calmly. Sudden nostalgia struck him all at once.
14 YEARS EARLIER:
"In and out, okay?" The young boy spoke to her. She had collapsed in his arms just seconds before, and Jack was panicking at her struggling state. He tried not to let tears come to his eyes as the worry in his heart increased.
PRESENT DAY:
It had been a solid minute since Y/n calmed down. They were both sat in uncomfortable silence on Jack's bed.
"They never stopped?" Jack said, sounding baffled. Y/n's eyes wondered over to him, she nodded. "Ever, this has been going on for...fourteen years?" His voice sounded doubtful at his last few words. The girl nodded again.
"I can't- I've never been able to afford a proper doctor, like yourself, and- I don't think it really matters."
The blonde's eyes judged her immediately, his brows creasing. "Matters? Y/n why would you think that- ever? You experience an agonising pain every, what? Day? And your not whinin'?" The pair scoffed, Jack because he was in disbelief and Y/n because of his strange way of words. He spoke again, "I got a little money to pay off and I'm whinging about it all the time."
Y/n's lips creased into a smile. Jack searched her face for that sad emotion debating something. But
Y/n also looked at him that same way, they pulled each other into a hug. Something Y/n so dearly missed."How much money?" She asked softly, calmly. They slowly broke from the hug. She wasn't calm for long.
"...twenty-six pounds." The blonde answered. The poor girls heart almost stopped, her speaking certainly did. Jack only went on, "by Tuesday—"
"Twenty-six pounds?!" Y/n yelled, snapping out of pure shock and standing up. "What the hell did you do?!" She was angry Jack could even allow himself to get in this situation.
"That- um- well-" Jack stumbled over his words. A lad with common sense would probably say he was slightly scared by the infuriated woman in front of him.
"For gods sake, you idiot!"
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lovers quarrel 🤷♀️
I'm sorry if some of it doesent add up or is repetitive I wrote this like last year and pasted it from my iPad, idk what's going on tbf
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𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄 ~ J. Dawkins x reader
FanfictionPolar opposites. Jack Dawkins is a well known surgeon, Y/n Smith is a street rat raised by filth. But feelings get hurt...and so do people, secrets get spilled, and punches get thrown. It's tricky, but they need each other. 90% of relationships fail...