♡Jirsty Oneshots♡

Brunch Can Be Dangerous

Jack's POV:
It was a quiet Sunday morning, I was in the kitchen making brunch whilst Kirsty was out walking Vogue. I was excited to use my brand new kitchen knifes that I got for Christmas, these were proper chefs knifes. It was so satisfying to cut with. I'd trimmed the fat of the bacon, the sausages were in the oven and I was chopping up tomatoes and cheese to make some omelettes. The tomato sliced effortlessly, it didn't squish or wrinkle the skin, this was officially my new favourite knife. I only answer to Gordon Ramsey now. Part way through my fantasy, the oven timer went off. I leaned across from my work station and switched it off, but my socks slipped on the floor and I lost my balance. I reached out again towards my work station to pull myself up, I suddenly felt a pull in my forearm. OW! It was stinging, throbbing and bleeding!

"Fuckity, Fuck, Fucko!" I shouted in pain, I stood up and noticed that my forearm was properly sliced. It was all because of the knife! More blood oozed out of the wound with every pulse, what the fuck do I do? I panicked and looked around for something that might help. A tea towel, that might help soak up the blood so I don't make a mess. I grabbed the towel and held it against my arm, I applied pressure on the wound. I could feel my heart beating really fast and a bad of sweat rolled down my face in fear, do I call for an ambulance? Should I just walk into Accident and Emergency, should I just go and see my GP, should I just stay home and have a nice cup of tea and just hope it grows back? The tea towel was now getting soaked in blood, I think I should call Kirsty and ask her for advice. What is the procedure for someone whose just sliced open their forearm? I reached for my phone, stumbling forward towards the counter. I felt really off balance, kinda lightheaded actually. As I scrolled through my contacts, my body felt weak and my heartbeat was the only noise I could hear as I felt myself falling

Kirsty's POV:
I was so hungry! My stomach has been rumbling all morning, I was excited for breakfast as Jack was making a fry up brunch today so it was worth the wait as I walked Vogue. We had a longer walk than usual today, she was a lot more willing to run around. The house was finally in sight, after what felt like eternity, and I opened the door. The house smelt like bacon and sausage, oh my God meats! I clipped of Vogue's leash and she made her way to the living room as I took off my coat. Vogue started barking really loud, a lot louder than usual.

"Voguey, what's the matter?" I cooed walking into the living room, something must have just scared her. I turned the corner, JACK! He was on the floor and covered in blood, his phone was still on surprisingly. I ran over to him, kneeling down next to his body.

"Jack! Jack can you hear me?" I asked lifting up his head, he didn't respond. I put my hand on his chest and I could feel his heart beating still but it wasn't fast, and he was still breathing. I looked down and saw a blood soaked tea towel near his arm, I picked it up and saw that he had properly sliced his forearm. He was losing a lot of blood really fast. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and called for the emergency services.

"999, what service do you require?" Someone asked.

"Ambulance please!" I shouted, I was scared. I didn't want to lose Jack. I was quickly out through to an operator.

"Ambulance service, what seems to be the problem?" The operator said.

"M-my boyfriend cut his arm and he's bleeding everywhere and he passed out!" I panicked.

"Is the casualty responding to you?" They asked.

"No!" I replied.

"Ok, an ambulance has departed and is on there way to your house. Keep pressure on the wound until they arrive." They advised.

"Ok, thank you!" I said before they hung up. I grabbed Jack's forearm to try and reduce the amount of blood that was being lost. I held his hand and waited for the ambulance.

The paramedics gave Jack an oxygen mask as we made our way to the hospital, he had lost a lot of blood so they put him on a ward for a while to recover. He had to have surgery to fix his wound in his arm so he was very sleepy. I sat beside him on the hospital bed, I was still holding his hand. His hand was cold and his face was still really pale, he looked ill. The doctors said he'd feel woozy for a while. Jack stirred from his sleep before opening his eyes, looking around the room before finding me at his side.

"K-Kirsty." He said weakly, his voice was croaky from being thirsty.

"Ssshhh, I'm right here Bubba. You need to rest, you lost a lot of blood." I explained before leaning over and kissing his forehead lightly.

"I'm s-sorry." He cried, his eyes welled up with tears.

"Sorry for what, Jackie? It was an accident." I said, maybe he was just a bit tired and emotional.

"I promised to make you brunch, I messed up!" He sobbed, he was taking this way too hard on himself.

"Oh Baby, that doesn't matter. It wasn't your fault at all, it was all just an accident." I reassured him calmly, I ran my hand through his hair to try and calm him down.

"Go back to sleep Jackie, you'll feel better once you wake up and hopefully you'll be discharged soon." I said, rubbing his good arm lightly to try and relax him. His tired eyes fluttered close and he fell asleep again.

Once Jack was discharged from hospital, I decided to make him a nice greasy brunch to make him feel better. I'd already found the time to clean the blood before he got home.

"Babe, let me make you dinner tonight." Jack said looking at the big plate of food, feeling guilty.

"You don't have to make me anything, we'll order Chinese food tonight to save you the trouble of using your arm." I said.

"It's my right arm that's injured, not my legs or stamina. I can cook tonight, no problem." Jack insisted.

"Fine, what are you going to cook for me then?" I asked him. He went the the kitchen and looked through the cupboards.

"By the looks of things...we have super noodles or vegetables soup that is three years out of date." Jack said, we are definitely eating Chinese food tonight.