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If there's one thing Jack learned in the past three days it's that Pitch didn't take well to getting help. Jack had been down every day to change Pitch's bandages and clean his wounds. Pitch would just glare at him angrily every time. Jack figured that Pitch was just to proud to admit he needed help. He thought on this as he walked through the tunnels , trying to find Pitch. Jack smiled as he realized he had finally figured out most of the tunnels. He rounded the last corner and found a large chamber containing a black silk-covered bed in which lay a sleeping Pitch. Jack was surprised to find himself smiling at the sleeping form. He stepped back a bit and decided to wait for Pitch to wake up.

"You aren't as quiet as you think you are Jack." Pitch said, not moving from his bed.

"I didn't think you'd be able to hear me. You were snoring." He chuckled.

"You're a horrible liar too." He sat up the silken covers sliding off his frame revealing the multitude of bandages underneath. Stretching his arms over his head, and wincing slightly, he sighed. "Lets get this over with." He muttered, facing away from Jack. Jack gulped at the sight of Pitch's bare back. He couldn't believe how much damage had been done, or how it manage to heal so quickly. Pitch was far from fully recovered though. Jack stepped into the room and climbed onto Pitch's bed. He gently removed the bandages and looked over Pitch's body. There were still many wounds that needed to be taken care of. He reached into his hoodie and pulled out some antiseptic and a soft cloth. Pouring a bit onto the cloth he started to clean the cuts that still hadn't closed. He heard Pitch inhale sharply.

"Sorry. I know it stings. But it's necessary." Jack said as he continued to clean the wounds. after cleaning them he gently bandaged them. He placed a hand on Pitch's shoulder, turning the man to face him. Keeping his eyes away from Pitch's face he started on the nightmare kings chest. He fought down the blood that wanted to flood into his face. He quickly cleaned and bandaged Pitch's chest.

"There done. Now, is there anything that's been bothering you? Any pain?" He asked. He knew what pitch was going to say.

"No." he said simply as he grabbed his cloak and dressed himself. Jack knew it was a lie. But for some reason this time he didn't let it slide like he usually did.

"Pitch you and I both know that's a lie. I know there's something bothering you. I caught that wince as you stretched your arms. Now what is it?" Jack said firmly. Once again he already knew. Pitch had flinched slightly when Jack put his hand on his shoulder earlier. He just wanted to see if Pitch would tell him.

"Nothing. I'm fine." Jack sighed knowing he wasn't going to get anything out of Pitch. Jack hated how Pitch was too proud to ask for help. But little did he know that wasn't the reason. As Pitch sat there looking aloof he felt a knot worming around in his stomach. Pitch was always self sufficient. He needed help from no one. But now he knew he needed help, but to ask for it would mean admitting that he wasn't able to stand on his own, wasn't able to take care of himself. And the thought of doing that made the knot in his stomach worse.

"Pitch just tell me whats wrong." Jack tried again. Pitch glared at the boy. His shoulder was killing him. He knew what would help but the thought of asking this... boy to do it... suddenly a shudder passed through Pitch's body as he thought of Jacks chilled hands massaging the pain out of his shoulder. He placed his hand on his pained shoulder squeezing gently, hoping Jack would know what he meant. fortunately, the gesture did not go unnoticed. Jack took hold of Pitch's shoulder digging his palms in firm circles. Neither of them said a word while this went on. Eventually Pitch grabbed Jacks hand and the teen stopped.

"Better?" Pitch nodded. He still refused to say anything. "Good." Jack said simply. Both knew that not much should be said. Silence echoed throughout the chamber.

"Thank you." Pitch said. Jacks eyes widened at the words and silence reined again.

"No problem." He said in reply. Jack stood and grabbed his staff. "Well I'll be back tomorrow." Jack said, just as he reached the chambers exit. Pitch stared at the ground feeling angry at himself. Jack was here to help him and all he could do was mock him and lie to him. He stood quickly suddenly determined to try and talk to Jack.

"Jack, wait." He said following the winter spirit. Jack stopped and turned to Pitch. The nightmare king looked into Jack's eyes and felt something inside him stir. He opened his mouth but the words wouldn't come. He started slowly stepping away. "N-Nevermind Jack. It's nothing."

"Wait. What is it?" Jack asked worry painting his features. The darkness swallowed Pitch. "Pitch, tell me. It's ok."

"I'm sorry." The shadows whispered back to him.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked. "Come out here. It'd be easier to talk that way."

"If I come out I wont be able to say it." The shadows replied. "I'm sorry Jack. You do all this to help me and all I've done is snap at you and lie to you." Jack turned following the direction the voice seemed to be going. "Please understand Jack. Being who I am its not easy to admit I need help and even harder to accept it when its given. So I'm sorry." Pitch stepped out of the shadows silently. Emerging from a wall directly behind Jack.

"I understand Pitch." Jack said not turning around. "I knew that you wouldn't take to it too well when I started. But I knew without me you wouldn't survive. A-and I couldn't let that happen." Jack said looking down. Pitch stormed over to Jack and grabbed the boy by his hoodie and lifted him up into a fiery, passionate kiss. Jack's eyes widened and so did Pitch's when he'd realized what he'd done. He dropped Jack, a hint of fear playing on his face.

"I-I'm sorry Jack. I-I didn't..." He trailed off and ran back to his bedchamber letting the shadows consume him again.

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If there's one thing Jack learned in the past three days it's that Pitch didn't take well to getting help. Jack had been down every day to change Pitch's bandages and clean his wounds. Pitch would just glare at him angrily every time. Jack figured that Pitch was just to proud to admit he needed help. He thought on this as he walked through the tunnels , trying to find Pitch. Jack smiled as he realized he had finally figured out most of the tunnels. He rounded the last corner and found a large chamber containing a black silk-covered bed in which lay a sleeping Pitch. Jack was surprised to find himself smiling at the sleeping form. He stepped back a bit and decided to wait for Pitch to wake up.

"You aren't as quiet as you think you are Jack." Pitch said, not moving from his bed.

"I didn't think you'd be able to hear me. You were snoring." He chuckled.

"You're a horrible liar too." He sat up the silken covers sliding off his frame revealing the multitude of bandages underneath. Stretching his arms over his head, and wincing slightly, he sighed. "Lets get this over with." He muttered, facing away from Jack. Jack gulped at the sight of Pitch's bare back. He couldn't believe how much damage had been done, or how it manage to heal so quickly. Pitch was far from fully recovered though. Jack stepped into the room and climbed onto Pitch's bed. He gently removed the bandages and looked over Pitch's body. There were still many wounds that needed to be taken care of. He reached into his hoodie and pulled out some antiseptic and a soft cloth. Pouring a bit onto the cloth he started to clean the cuts that still hadn't closed. He heard Pitch inhale sharply.

"Sorry. I know it stings. But it's necessary." Jack said as he continued to clean the wounds. after cleaning them he gently bandaged them. He placed a hand on Pitch's shoulder, turning the man to face him. Keeping his eyes away from Pitch's face he started on the nightmare kings chest. He fought down the blood that wanted to flood into his face. He quickly cleaned and bandaged Pitch's chest.

"There done. Now, is there anything that's been bothering you? Any pain?" He asked. He knew what pitch was going to say.

"No." he said simply as he grabbed his cloak and dressed himself. Jack knew it was a lie. But for some reason this time he didn't let it slide like he usually did.

"Pitch you and I both know that's a lie. I know there's something bothering you. I caught that wince as you stretched your arms. Now what is it?" Jack said firmly. Once again he already knew. Pitch had flinched slightly when Jack put his hand on his shoulder earlier. He just wanted to see if Pitch would tell him.

"Nothing. I'm fine." Jack sighed knowing he wasn't going to get anything out of Pitch. Jack hated how Pitch was too proud to ask for help. But little did he know that wasn't the reason. As Pitch sat there looking aloof he felt a knot worming around in his stomach. Pitch was always self sufficient. He needed help from no one. But now he knew he needed help, but to ask for it would mean admitting that he wasn't able to stand on his own, wasn't able to take care of himself. And the thought of doing that made the knot in his stomach worse.

"Pitch just tell me whats wrong." Jack tried again. Pitch glared at the boy. His shoulder was killing him. He knew what would help but the thought of asking this... boy to do it... suddenly a shudder passed through Pitch's body as he thought of Jacks chilled hands massaging the pain out of his shoulder. He placed his hand on his pained shoulder squeezing gently, hoping Jack would know what he meant. fortunately, the gesture did not go unnoticed. Jack took hold of Pitch's shoulder digging his palms in firm circles. Neither of them said a word while this went on. Eventually Pitch grabbed Jacks hand and the teen stopped.

"Better?" Pitch nodded. He still refused to say anything. "Good." Jack said simply. Both knew that not much should be said. Silence echoed throughout the chamber.

"Thank you." Pitch said. Jacks eyes widened at the words and silence reined again.

"No problem." He said in reply. Jack stood and grabbed his staff. "Well I'll be back tomorrow." Jack said, just as he reached the chambers exit. Pitch stared at the ground feeling angry at himself. Jack was here to help him and all he could do was mock him and lie to him. He stood quickly suddenly determined to try and talk to Jack.

"Jack, wait." He said following the winter spirit. Jack stopped and turned to Pitch. The nightmare king looked into Jack's eyes and felt something inside him stir. He opened his mouth but the words wouldn't come. He started slowly stepping away. "N-Nevermind Jack. It's nothing."

"Wait. What is it?" Jack asked worry painting his features. The darkness swallowed Pitch. "Pitch, tell me. It's ok."

"I'm sorry." The shadows whispered back to him.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked. "Come out here. It'd be easier to talk that way."

"If I come out I wont be able to say it." The shadows replied. "I'm sorry Jack. You do all this to help me and all I've done is snap at you and lie to you." Jack turned following the direction the voice seemed to be going. "Please understand Jack. Being who I am its not easy to admit I need help and even harder to accept it when its given. So I'm sorry." Pitch stepped out of the shadows silently. Emerging from a wall directly behind Jack.

"I understand Pitch." Jack said not turning around. "I knew that you wouldn't take to it too well when I started. But I knew without me you wouldn't survive. A-and I couldn't let that happen." Jack said looking down. Pitch stormed over to Jack and grabbed the boy by his hoodie and lifted him up into a fiery, passionate kiss. Jack's eyes widened and so did Pitch's when he'd realized what he'd done. He dropped Jack, a hint of fear playing on his face.

"I-I'm sorry Jack. I-I didn't..." He trailed off and ran back to his bedchamber letting the shadows consume him again.