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Theidore Jack Chadbourne, or Jack as the world knew him, had no idea what he had done in a previous life to be punished now. He was insane! It was the only logical explanation. Funny, he didn't feel insane, but how else could he explain what he had just seen?

It was a fight, fire and ice had flown through the air in all sorts of colours as they clashed into each other, the rain didn't seem to do anything to stop it.... wait, maybe he had just stumbled onto a show or something? But there had been no one else there.... the rain kept them away perhaps? He groaned, no, that really didn't make sense either.

Jack was mildly aware that someone was speaking to him, aware that their was the noise of emergency sirens roaring around him.... but he was in shock, he hadn't said anything yet, didn't know what to say. How did he explain what happened? How did he start to explain that when he had been noticed one of the guys had turned on him with a what could only be described as an evil laugh? Yeah... insane!

He vaguely recalled his arm being grabbed, of a burning sensation bubbling before spreading down his whole arm. He tried too look but it was covered... was there a hand print burnt into his flesh? He tried to move his fingers but they didn't seem to want to respond. Crap! What had he done to deserve this? There was nothing special about him, he might be born from a high standing family but Jack was just a normal man! He went to work, he followed the rules and didn't even go out and drink or socialise that often! He was plain and ordinary.... and insane? He groaned and let his head flop back onto the gurney.

The ambulance stopped, he was mildly aware of that, just as he was aware that the doors opened and he was being wheeled out. Jack tried to sit up, tried to get off even as the pain in his arm protested.... it really did sting, but he supposed that if he could feel it that was at least a good sign, right? "No...." His voice was hoarse as he tried to protest, tried to object, but his feeble attempts were ignored as a nurse -who obviously thought he simply had a fear of hospitals- started to stroke his brow and sooth him. It wasn't the hospital he feared.... it was the possibility that he was never going to leave the place. Did they let insane people leave?

The serious eyes of the doctor seemed to capture Jacks attention, and no matter how he tried he couldn't seem to pull away. There was something familiar almost about those eyes.... yes, it was official he was going insane. Not that he had any intention of saying that out loud, he didn't want to be locked up in some little white padded room wearing a strait jacket and wondering what the hell happened for him to go from sane to insane in a single afternoon.

Still, Jack found himself compelled to speak, to say something. He figured they had learnt his identity via his wallet, wasn't that what they always did in films and stuff? Apparently not. "Jack," He managed to croak out, in his head the automatic Lord Theidore Jack Chadbourne rang out, how he hated that name and title, he done nothing to deserve it, was probably why he took the name Jack for his own and worked in a primary school.

Eyes wide he looked around, trying to figure out where he was.... oh yes, the hospital. Eyes of steel grey landed on his fingernails and he almost winced... purple nail polish! No, it wasn't something Jack made a habit of, but he had let the kids in his class do it this afternoon during their free play hour. He had always had a soft spot for kids, right now he didn't think that was a good thing. A red blush rose to his cheeks and he tried to hide his nails in fists even as he let a nurse put in an IV and more people looked at him. Slowly he looked to his 'broken arm', he had started referring to it as broken in his mind, maybe it was, maybe it wasn't, he had no idea.... all he did know was that it didn't seem to want to do as it was told right now. Did it have a hand shape burn hidden within the extended burn? He wanted to know, wanted to know if he was truly insane. "I don't know.... what happened." He croaked. The lie was feeble, but was all he could muster in his hazy state.

Ohhhhhh! Suddenly he felt a little lightheaded. The drugs?

Jack nodded, a little absentmindedly since the drugs were kicking in rather nicely now. Sure enough he winced a few times, a sharp intake of air creating a 'hissing' noise between his clenched teeth. Would it ever stop hurting?

He nodded at the question about his arms, at least until something came to mind. "My fingers.... feel numb." He admitted, it was as if he had been sat on his arm for too long and was now left with a severe case of pins and needles. He didn't resist as the doctor went about his work, didn't comment or distract the guy in any way. Even as a thousand questions started to spin around his mind. Would he be able to use his arm again? Would he actually be able to look like the old him? Or would he have a hideous scar on his arm forever? It was enough to make him want to whimper. Want to cry. Jack was proud that he managed to do neither.

Torn from his thoughts and back to reality as the doctor requested something of him he did his bed to squeeze. Everything still felt numb but there was some movement... would probably be fine with some extensive physio, though he might not ever get all of his strength back. Perhaps Jack should be thankful that his writing hand was still whole.

"Can you... fix it?" He managed to say, hope a terrible thing to have but something he needed so desperately.

Jack blinked, his world seeming a little hazy and fuzzy. The drugs? He didn't know any more, all he really knew was that he was insane, didn't want to be here anymore, and that he rather liked blond hair.... wait, he what? Surprise filtered across his face just as found himself hearing the words fingers and numb come out of the doctor's mouth. He hadn't heard the question but nodded, hoping that it was the right answer. Perhaps the doctor had just asked for confirmation that his fingers felt numb? They sure did.

Jack looked down at his hand, a blush -although slight- flooded to his cheeks as he looked at the purple again, purple wrapped slightly around milky white flesh. No harsh callouses from working out door, but not soft and dainty either, a true working mans hands. Jack realised he liked the doctors hand. Realised he was staring too as he looked back up a little dazed.

Intensive Care? Skin grafts? He panicked a little, his heart rate spiking as he tried to shift on the bed. To what purpose even Jack didn't know, but that didn't stop him. He didn't want to be here.

Wait... Tetanus? He shook his head wildly, grey eyes looking up in to the stern face of the doctor, he had distinguished features that Jack took in for the first time. Chiselled chin, bold lines that weren't harsh yet distinctively not delicate either, long swan like neck....

He whimpered, burying his face into his good hand as he held back the tears. "I'm insane... aren't I?" He managed to say, so low that only the good doctor who was stood next to him could hear.

Jack looked over at the doctor then, eyes wide, almost hopeful. At least until he realised the guy hadn't said he wasn't insane, simply that he was trying to figure out Jacks logic. He felt as if he was slipping deeper and deeper into the pillows as he lay back down and closed his eyes.

All around him he heard footsteps getting more and more distant, before a strong and sturdy set approached him again. Jack didn't have to look to see who they belonged to, but he did all the same. Sure enough, the doctor, who in truth would have drawn his eyes outside of this place, was standing over him.

You can trust me. Jack wasn't sure that was right. Was pretty sure he couldn't trust this with anyone. But what if he really was insane? What if he needed help? Or worst... what is this was the truth? What is Jack had accidently stumbled into some new weapon testing and simply got in the way? Probably too much to believe, but after a moment Jack decided to simply accept his fate.

With a rather loud gulp he cleared his throat and looked away from the doctor, he didn't want to look into those intelligent eyes and see the judgement being passed. Insanity here I come.... might as well own it. He mused before finally opening his mouth. "Two men... I watched two men fighting. Fire and Ice everywhere, danced in the air with deadly intent." He was sure he was blushing by the time his next words slipped out. "It was like....magic." That was just silly, there was no such thing as magic, everyone knew that. He didn't finish though. "I swear.... one of them grabbed me, and all I remember was pain, and heat as it shot through my arm." His eyes were closed now, the memories scorching his mind. Nothing about his voice or body language said he was lying, but then again if you were insane you believed your own delusions didn't you?

Slowly Jack turned his head to look sheepishly at the doctor. "I'm insane... aren't I?" His words were low, no more than a whisper.

Jack listened for a moment, simply listened and watched the doctor before groaning and burying his face in his good hand again. "I'm imagining things still..... god, I really am insane!" After all, why would the doctor know what the men had looked like? How could he? Was he really a cop? Maybe he had died and this was a new world of hell for him to live in? Maybe he was just having an episode and would wake up in a padded cell already and no idea how long he had been there or how to get out..... GAH!!!

Quickly things started to change, Jack started to hyperventilate, his heart rate rising through the roof.

"Is... this.... a.... test?" Each word was separated by a sharp intake of breath as Jack tried to control himself. Was it some candid camera show? Was he about to get told it was all a practical joke?

Coincident? Acquaintances? For the first time Jack took the doctor in, really took him in, as if he truly seeing him for the first time. Strong features, appeared young but there was a knowledge and age in his dark eyes that spoke of things Jack couldn't start to understand. Blond hair, though when he looked closer he could see a few other colours weaved within it, reminding him strangely of spun gold. It was a warm and welcoming colour, and Jack suddenly felt the impulse to run his fingers through it and discover if it was as soft as it looked.

Grey eyes travelled down the long swan like neck to broad strong shoulders, lean body, and although it was hidden Jack had a feeling it was well toned and looked after. The kind of body you just wanted to lick and bite and caress all over. He blushed and looked away instantly. What was he thinking? This man had just admitted to knowing the men who had attacked him.... and if that wasn't true then he was either mocking Jack or Jack really was hallucinating this whole situation. There was nothing that could ever form between them, no matter how 'bitable' the guys body might look they were in different leagues. Jack was a nobody, and the good doctor.... well, he was a Doctor and a powerful man who probably wouldn't even give the likes of Jack a second look had he not just spouted some confession about being insane.

Then the guy said something he didn't expect. The guy was offering to explain? Seriously? Surely he should be encouraging the idea that Jack was insane to protect whatever he had accidently witnessed? Wasn't that what always happened in the movies? Make it so the guy looked so insane no one believed him...? Yet the offer was tempting, and not just because he wanted to know, but because the idea of spending a little time with his good doctor outside of the current professional capacity appealed to Jack more than he wanted to admit, even to himself.

"Ok." He eventually said, his voice shaky. "I'll let you explain. After I've been treated." He repeated the conditions the guy had said. Then something occurred to him, he didn't even know the doctors name. His eyes darted to the name badge. Crap! It was a name he wasn't sure how to pronounce but he tried to all the same, muster as much confidence as he could into each word. "Thank you doctor BaySinger."

Another blush consumed his cheeks as he was corrected in the pronunciation of the guys name. Enki Baesinger? Not exactly a common name, it didn't even sound as if it was local... where was he from? So many questions and currently no guts to ask them. Still, he was surprised by the strange calm that seemed to have settled over him.

Automatically at the introduction he gave his own name, only mildly aware of how husky his voice suddenly sounded to his own ears. "Jack. Theidore Jack Chabourne." If anyone had asked, he would claim that he was simply trying to make sure they could find his medical details with ease, after all he might go by Jack but his first name was Theidore... a pompous name that Jack despised, one filled with too many expectations that he could never fulfil. He could never have been good enough.

With a gulp he nodded, he really didn't want to be in this place longer than needed but the idea of more scarring than needed and the possibility of catching tetanus held his tongue. Running his fingers through his long hair he simply nodded for a moment before finally saying, "Thank you doctor." What more was there to say? Nothing. Jack wasn't the best conversationalist on a good day, add in the day he was having and it was a miracle he was getting more than monosyllabic words out.