The Second Generation

Chapter 11

Jax does not like the chair. At all. He hates it. He currently sits pouting as I push him around halls, he wanted to get out of his room for a while, it's already been a few days.

"Why exactly do you hate hospitals so much?" I ask, wheeling past a few vending machines

"Moran beat me like a rag doll, I've seen the people here far too often." He answers

"Hey Jackson sweetie, you feeling okay?" An older nurse asks from her desk as we pass.

"Good as I can be Mrs. Tice." He smiles and waves to her, surprising me, "As I said. Been here too long." He sighs

"There was a vending machine, wanna check it out?" I ask

"Trying to drown my sorrows in food? What kind of monster are you?" He says with a grin, so I turn us that way.

"What do you want?" I ask, looking over the various and seemingly random choices.

"Twix..."

I get the Twix bar for him, and Snickers for myself. The items drop, Jax grabs them, and I push him back towards the room. John is there waiting for us, Mary too.

"Jax, this is Mary." I say smiling, I love Mary right to bits

"Hello, nice to meet you." Mary smiles

"Feeling alright Jackson?" John asks

"Suppose." He shrugs, he feels awkward around John because of what happened with Sherlock, even though it isn't his fault

"I talked to your doctor, he said you can leave as long as you follow the rules. I assume you both know what those are."

"Yeah, I'll follow them as long as I get to leave here." Jax says, looking up at John

"As a fellow doctor and good friend of Neymars father, I will be by to check in on the both of you."

"Yes sir."

"And if I find out you've done anything, that makes me think you'd be better off here, I'll just have to keep you at mine. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright, then you're free to go. I've already signed the papers so they know you aren't here anymore."

"Thank you sir." Jax says and grabs the wheels before I grab him and pull him out backward

We decide to go to John and Mary's house, Mary said she has something for us. When we get there, Mary holds out a box and urges us both to open it. We do so, and I bring out the mug Jax had made for me from just before he was kidnapped.

"I dropped it..." He mutters, tracing the cracks along the once smooth sides

"I haven't seen it yet. It's beautiful." I murmer

"Do you like it?"

"I love it."

"It probably won't hold anything now, but it's still pretty."

"Where did you get this?"

"I made it."

"You made this?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's not like it was perfect or anything, I just thought you would like it since you were so busy with work."

"Thank you Jax, it's great. We can put it on display in the dinning room." I laugh

"Get going you two, I'm sure you're both tired of the hospital." John smiles

~~~POV1~~~

I wheel myself in as Neymar holds the door open, he had to carry a bag of my stuff, but I can at least move myself now. I don't want to tell him he can't help me, but I would rather do as much as I can myself. I know I'll need help doing most things now, but I can still do some stuff.