He reached up, his hand shaking and fingers twitching as he reached.
He put his other arm down on the arm of the chair.
Suddenly he hissed, a cry in pain leaving his lips. He shot up, squalling again when he put weight on his feet.
His hand reached up onto the counter in front of him, knocking over what he reached for, scattering the glass’ contents onto him and splitting it into shards.
He hit the floor, his head bumping against the front bar of the wheelchair seat on the way down, the wheelchair rolling away.
“JACKIE!”
Jack looked over at the man scrambling over to him.
“Al you-”
“Jack what happened?” Alec was at Jack's side, picking up the man's hand with a small spot of blood starting to drip.
Jack looked away from Alec, his eyes starting to brim up with tears. “Nothing.” He snapped his hand away from Alec.
“Jack what’s wrong.” Alec tried to put a hand on Jack’s shoulder, but the other rolled it sharply.
“Nothing,” Jack huffed again. He reached back for his wheelchair, but as soon as he got a grip it rolled again.
“Jack….” Alec mumbled.
“Look, I’m fine!” Jack yelled.
Alec sighed. “Sorry.” He started to get up.
Jack looked away, a look of guilt bubbling on his face. He looked over, pain and grief lining his face, just in time to see Alec reach for him. He was hefted up in a bridal carry.
“Put me down before you drop me, Alec Harmandez-Walton!” Jack yelled.
Alec made a few pants as he carried Jack out of the kitchen, and too a bathroom. He set Jack down on the edge of the sink with an audible and visible struggle.
“You need that glass taken out of your hand.” Alec said, after panting a bit. He started pulling out supplies.
Jack looked at the floor.
He knew he was stuck here. He felt his eyes misting up. “I’m so sorry you had to carry me.” Jack said weakly.
“I could have put you back in the chair.” Alec said as he set some band-aids and antiseptic on the counter next to Jack. “I carried you because I wanted you to be comfortable. I know you don’t like the chair.”
Jack shifted a bit. “I shouldn’t have been so stupid.” Jack huffed.
“Hey, hey.” Alec took Jack’s bleeding hand in his own. “It’s okay, dear. You need some help, that’s okay.”
“No it’s not!” Jack snapped and looked away from Alec. He crossed his arms and flinched from dueling pains. His face went red as he set both his arms limp on his lap. “I’m sorry that you have to take care of me.”
Alec made a gasp. “I want to, Jack.” He put his hands on Jack’s knee’s. “I want to help you, and take care of you. Because I love you!”
“But I keep making stupid mistakes!” Jack put his bleeding hand to his face, wiping away tears. “I’m useless, I’m stupid I’m-”
“Beautiful, and smart, and just in need of a little help!” Alec took Jack's hand, pulling it down. “Now I won’t stop yammering on how amazing you are until you stop.”
“Gosh, that could be forever.” Jack said, a bit of a laugh coming through.
“Just let me help you be comfortable, and feel better.” Alec said softly. “And I won’t keep talking about how much you're an amazing smart and perceptive person, and how you have a great sense of humor and are really special and pleasant company. And how you are a great conversationalist and-”
“Okay, okay.” Jack laughed. “I get it you talk a lot.”
“You’re a great muse for talking.” Alec smiled at Jack dreamily.
Jack softened a bit more. “Okay, I guess I’ll let you help with my hand.” Jack finally caved.
Alec smiled. “I know just what to prescribe!” Alec kissed the cut on Jack's hand. He hissed and shot up.
“Fuck!”
“Dumb ass there's glass in my hand!” Jack yelled.
Alec hissed as blood started dripping from his lips. He seethed a second before suddenly laughing. Jack softened backup a bit laughing as well.
“I guess I’ll have to help patch your lips when you’re done with my hand.” Jack sighed.
“What are you going to do with just one hand?” Alec chuckled.
“This.” Jack leaned down and grabbed Alec’s shit, kissing him on the lips softly. He put Alec down, then shook his hand. “Jesus Christ, yeouch.”\
“You got blood on my broken bottle shirt!” Alec huffed.
“You’re dripping blood on it!”
“It’s the principle of the matter!”
“Can we get the glass out of my hand?”
“Shit, fuck! Yeah!” Alec started digging through his supplies.
