The Darkest and Coldest of nights (Pitch x Jack) Book 1

CH. 3 Fear comes into play

Previously on CH. 2:

(Pitchs pov)

As I relax for a moment and look at the amount of thread and gauze I have left I was begging to feel warm and sick I couldn't stop my breathing to slow down and get more air in. I decided to take the gauze and needle and thread and go to Jack's pond near my old lair to get some fresh cool air to help me cool off and maybe breath better. I looked at jacks still unconscious form as I get up slowly and say I'll be back snowflake don't have to much fun while I'm gone. "chuckles a little then blushes slightly at what he called jack for a second time that day" "sighs" I've got to not call him that that's the second time I've let that slip out what's wrong with me. Pitch rubs his face a little to get ahold of himself and sighs once more before taking the needle and thread and gauze calling his nightmare to leave for jacks pond. His nightmare looks at jack for a bit before taking its master to the pond being careful not to hurt or upset its master further then its already did that day.

(Pitch pov)

As my nightmare takes me to my destination through the shadows I appear under the covers of darkness luckily the clouds have blocked the moons view of the pond...for now at least. I have my nightmare go to a rock near the iced over water for me to sit on as I sit there getting ready I order my nightmare to break the ice so I can access the water to wash the blood off my hands and side. The cool night air is helping me cool down gradually though and my breathing has improved some so that a good sign unlike my blurry vision and sickness. After a minute or so my nightmare only makes a few small cracks in the ice so I summon a few more to help and give me some fear to gain my strength back. Another few minutes and they break through with a splash of cold icy water I get up and walk towards it I start to rub the water on my hands to get the blood off the water is freezing cold but it doesn't bother me much I quite like the cold.....as I register what I just thought I think about jack and my cheeks heat up.... I like the cold? The cold is like jack.....i....like....Ja.....no damn it stop it pitch what's with you lately ugh its nonsense utter and complete nonsense get a grip I am the boogeyman the nightmare kind bringer of fears I don't like him or feel anything towards that...that pitch deeply sighs and shakes his head to get rid of these thoughts these unwanted thoughts. As I get done with that nonsense and have the blood off my hands I start to make my robe vanish having only my pants and shoes on left I inspect my injury the black sand I had on it to keep me from bleeding out but its barely there now and I can see I stopped bleeding as much I cup my hands and put them in the cold water to put over and around my wound. As I cleaned the injury from the front I start with the exit wound next it isn't as big as the front so it should be fine without stitches I don't think I have enough thread for that side anyway let alone the front I used most of it on jack but I'll heal up once I get more power. I start to put in the needle I clench my mouth shut to hold in my groans of displeasure it hurts allot and it doesn't help that my muscles make it harder to work with. I'm skinny as can be but I have a few abs and muscles. As I continue I couldn't keep in my voice any longer from the pain I was in as I was half way done. S...shh.....shiiit this hurts like a bitch... fuck! I feel so nausea's I might oh no I'm gon.... I couldn't even finish my sentence as I quickly went to my side an coughed and threw up I thought it was just going to be bile and a coughing fit but oh I was wrong oh so wrong I was coughing and throwing up blood and not a little  either as that was getting finished my vision was getting hazy very hazy and my breathing was terribly uneven. Even as I felt like that I had to get done stitching myself up and hurry back before jack wakes up I used the last of my strength to stitch the rest up but unfortunately there wasn't quite enough not even for my front injury there was just enough to patch me up to stop me from bleeding more and to properly heal faster its not as close as I want the stitches to be to keep it stable for good but as long as I don't move to much to pop the stitches and let it heal I should be fine. I wrap my self up with the last bit of the gauze it should be thicker with more layers just incase of bleeding but its better then nothing I suppose and will do for now. I lay down up against the rock to catch my breath and rest for a bit for now I looked at my nightmares and ordered them. Go to jack and watch him make sure he doesn't leave or injury himself once he wakes up I might be able to use him as leverage against the guardians as bait to get rid of sanderson. My nightmares did as they were told as soon as they left I made a black tank top out of my shadows to put on I didn't feel like making a new robe and I wanted to be in the cold brisk air a little longer. I sat up then stood up closed my eyes and took large long breaths in and out to help my breathing even though it hurt I went through the pain gradually my breathing became normal again and so to as my vision when I opened them again I seen the moon light shining on the crisp white snow I looked up at the moon and seen the clouds were going away and soon after the moon was fully out of the clouds I looked away in anger and started to walk a few steps to see how my balance was while walking it wasn't perfect and was in pain but it was something.