Jack Dawkins One Shots

Lil love

Warning - Mentions of SA!

Y/n sat on the bed tense and anxious, in a pair of little lace-up boots and a long light blue dress with white lace. Even if she knew she wasn't far along she had still worn a dress that would best hide herself already feeling like a balloon, she combed her fingers anxiously through her tattered Y/H/C locks and looked up sheepishly with her big Y/E/C eyes as the door opened.

Jack strolled in whistling to himself, paperwork in his stained hands, he set the papers down and ran a hand through his hand pooling down before resting on his neck, "Right... Miss -" He began, until his brown eyes met her and immediately he stopped short getting a little breathless as he looked her over.

"Just, Y/n. If it's okay."

Jack found himself a moment stuck in a dazed little trance, he tried to speak but the sight of her left him slightly stupefied. He shook his head trying to regain his composure, "Of course Y/n..." he said, the name rolling so comfortably off his tongue, "Doctor Dawkins, or just Jack" he smiled warmly his eyes glancing her over with a twinge of interest before he moved closer, he checked his paperwork reading that she was going in for surgery this afternoon, for a finger to be broken again and reset after it wasn't set right after another break. "So you're getting your finger re-set today? That's what you're here for? That's not bad. That's a fairly easy and simple procedure." he says softly. Trying to calm her

Y/n nodded almost childishly trying to hide her finger from him, as if he couldn't see it then he couldn't do it,

Jack frowned, "Come on lil love. Show me your finger. I need to have a look at it."

Y/n begrudgingly held out her hand, her body shaking a little as she hovered there.

Jack smiled softly doing his best to put her at ease as he took her hand in his, he couldn't help feeling a little giddy, as her hands self smooth and sweet with little calus' on her fingertips. "Yep that is bad... that's not even a few millimetres off that's like... inches off." he said, "Let me guess Sneed?"

Y/n shook her head, "No, Professor Mcgregor."

"Hu... he's usually more precise. He gets the ruler out and everything."

"It was a Friday."

"Ah... so he was drunk?"

Y/n nodded,

"What caused the first break may I ask?"

Y/n shivered a little,

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me," He took back quickly, as his heart fell to his stomach for making her feel uncomfortable,

"I tripped, carrying a large dress." She admitted,

"I see," he nodded, "Well it shouldn't be too hard to put back for you, I won't lie... it's gonna hurt but then your pretty little finger will be all better." he cooed giving her palm a soft little kiss,

Y/n gulped and sheepishly nodded,

"You're hand, is in very good hands I promise." he joked trying to cheer her up and make her smile, "Now, you ready?"

"I... I think so," she nodded,

"Okay, I'll give you some morphine for the pain," He said,

Immediately Y/n jumped her eyes wide, "No!"

"...no?"

"No, I uhhh..." She stuttered, "I can't-"

"Whyever not?" he asked,

Y/n couldn't answer,

"Y/n." he began, "Please tell me, come on lil love tell the doctor that's the matter." he cooed,