76 with Soldier 76? (ba-dum tsssss)

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76: You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.

You didn’t think you had ever been this annoyed.

Sure, you had dealt with annoyance before but never had it raged in your stomach like the fire you felt today. The fact that it was mixed in with feelings of sadness, regret and guilt only made you feel worse. But you weren’t exactly that angry with yourself.

You were mad at him.

The stupid, idiotic man lying on the bed in front of you, out cold with no signs of waking up anytime soon. Your hand was grasping his tightly despite his inability to respond.

“You silly man,” you muttered under your breath, tone sharp and you had to take a breath to stop yourself from crying. You weren’t one to let your emotions get ahold of you if you could help it. Your nickname for Jack, ‘old man’, seemed rather more fitting now that he was laid in a hospital bed.

Angela told you that he had pushed you out of the way of an incoming Death Blossom from Reaper and taken the full force of it. You didn’t remember as his push was a little more forceful that intended and had knocked you out. When you awoke, you were in a similar bed next to Jack. But you had woken up. He hadn’t yet.

After another hour of nothing, and three visits to Angela to check if he should be awake yet, you decided to break the silence and began talking to your boyfriend.

“I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, looking around to check nobody was watching you, “Spoken to you where you haven’t been listening intently to each word I say.

You chuckled. It was empty.

“Honestly Jack, when are you going to learn,” you shuffled slightly closer to his bed and grasped his hand in both of yours, placing a feather light kiss to his knuckles, “We protect each other. Not just throw ourselves into grave danger without a care in the world.”

You desperately tried to blink back your tears but, upon finding you couldn’t, decided for once you could let yourself be vulnerable. Nobody was around, after all.

“Just wake up,” you cried quietly, resting your forehead against your joined hands as you let go of all your worries in one go, “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you. I’ve never been on a mission without you there. Guiding me. Covering me. Apparently, saving my ass once in a while. I just wish you didn’t have to get your own ass kicked to save mine.”

You heard a rumbling chuckle that startled you upright and you let out a choked sob of relief as Jack’s eyes opened groggily.

“I did get my ass kicked, didn’t I?” His voice was thick with sleep and held a hoarseness to it that you couldn’t bring yourself to worry about for now. All that mattered was that he was awake.

“Hey hey pretty thing,” he soothed once he saw your tears and his eyes widened, “I’ve never seen you cry before, y’know?”

The pad of his thumb came up to wipe your tears away but you got there first, scrubbing them away furiously and taking a deep breath to clear them as best you could.

“And you never will again.” Your voice had a warning tone to it but it wasn’t as serious as you wanted it to be, obviously, as Jack was chucking again before you knew it.

“There’s my Y/N,” he smiled fondly and you found yourself blushing before you could stop it. He patted the bed next to him and you smiled and shook your head.

“You need your-” you began to protest but suddenly he was pulling you onto the bed and you couldn’t get away, cuddled protectively into his arms.

“We’re having a serious chat later on why you don’t throw yourself in front of me in battle by the way, idiot.” You told him, turning your head slightly in order to face him.

“Yes boss,” he muttered with a tired mock salute before wrapping his arms around you again. You wondered briefly whether to show him just how serious you were but feeling his warmth engulfing you and a wave of sleepiness wash over you, you decided to leave it for now and snuggled further into him, placing your hands on the biceps around your chest.

Angela watched on from the next room, shaking her head.

“Not-so-young love.” She sighed wistfully before continuing her task at hand.