your happiness is my happiness. - SPN Fic - 'Appy Ever After (J2)

Title: "'Appy Ever After "
Author: uhzoomzip
Summary: J2. Written for spn_hurtcomfort H/C meme.
Prompt: Jensen/Jared - Jensen has appendicitis and collapses in the middle of a scene
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Warning - the title is better than the fic.



It was all Jared's fault.

Of course, it had to be a Dean eating day, shoving french fries in his mouth for take after take. He'd spit out what he could, but still ended up eating what felt like more than his weight in fries. Jared kept laughing and ruining the take and Jensen just got more and more irritated. By the time they finally yelled "cut", he was already stalking off to his trailer as fast as possible, a cold sweat breaking out on the back of his neck. He managed to make it to the bathroom before losing everything he'd just shoved down. Groaning, he rinsed his mouth out with Listerine and took a few tentative sips of water before stumbling out to the couch and lying down. He hears faint knocking on the door, but ignores it.

Yep, definitely all Jared's fault.

***

"Jesus, Jen, you look terrible." At least Jared has the decency to look sheepish once Jensen shows up for the next scene, wordlessly apologizing for flubbing those takes.

"Thanks, Jay. You always know how to make a guy feel special." The pain in his stomach has been pretty constant and Jensen wonders if he's got food poisoning. Figures today would be the day he's running from the Monster of the Week. But he's a professional and so run he does - over and over, take after take, until he's panting
with exertion and the pain, which has dropped even lower in his abdomen and has ramped up to excruciating.

Goddamn, this hurts.

"One more Jensen, and we'll be good to go."

Okay, he can do this. He wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and gets into position. It's night, but the humid summer air makes it harder to catch his breath. He steals a look at Jared, who's frowning at him, worrying his lower lip. Jensen gives him what he hopes passes as a reassuring grin as the director yells for quiet on the set.

"Aaaannnnnd... action!"

He's off and running, and he's so caught up trying to make it a good take that it takes him a minute to realize that things around him that should be stationary, like trees, are now shifting violently. Desperately fighting the dizziness, Jensen slows down, the world around him is fading to black and white, then all black. He hears Jared shout his name and when he opens his eyes again, everything is sideways and he can't really move. He knows it should scare him, but he feels strangely detached from everything going around him.

"Jensen... Jensen! Can you hear me? Answer me, man, you're scaring the shit out of me. Jensen! His eyes are open, but he's not responding... is he okay?"

Gently, several pairs of hands turn him over onto his back and the dark starry sky is the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. People keep saying his name, but he can't really be bothered to respond. Breathing is a little easier, and he realizes someone has placed an oxygen mask on his face. Those hands are back, this time pressing on his abdomen and unleashing fire that burns so badly he can't help from crying out. Suddenly, Jensen can move, rolling over and drawing his knees towards his body in self-protection, arms pushing the assaulting hands away.

Jesus. When he finally catches his breath, he focuses on Jared's sympathetic face looking down at him, his giant hand stroking Jensen's forehead. "They think it's your appendix, Jen. They're taking you to the hospital now. It's going to be okay."

Jared's on the case now. It's going to be okay. Finally, he closes his eyes and gives in to the impending darkness.

***

He wakes to excruciating pain, scissoring off the bed to dry heave over the rail of the gurney. The lights are bright and he hears the beeping of a heart monitor and can feel an IV in his hand and he knows he must be in the hospital.

"Yeah, I'd say that's appendicitis," the doctor says as he pulls his hands away from Jensen's abdomen, obviously amused. "Let's draw some blood and get him prepped for surgery."

There's another sudden stab of pain that takes his breath away and then it lets up a little. He wonders if maybe this is all a big mistake, maybe it's just food poisoning from those damn french fries and they're planning to cut him open for no good reason.

He must have been mumbling some of it, because a nurse suddenly appears in his field of vision, smiling a comforting smile. "It's going to be okay, Mr. Ackles."

"It's better now, really. I don't need surgery."

The smile doesn't waver, and he can't help but feel like a child when she says, "Yes, you do."

Closing his eyes in frustration, Jensen floats for a while. He's tired, but his mind his racing and he's not thinking clearly. Fever, he thinks.

He tries to will himself to relax, but the pain gets bad again, even worse than it was before. He keeps moving his legs around, trying to get comfortable, and he hears the beeps of the heart monitor speed up with his agitation. A nurse comes back and checks his vital signs, then disappears again. When he feels a cool palm on his forehead, he doesn't need to open his eyes to know it's Jared, but he does anyway. He must look pretty bad, because Jared looks terrified.

"Hey," he says, still breathing heavy despite the oxygen mask, "Guess I'm done with filming for the day."

Jared smiles, but it doesn't reach the worried furrows in his brow. "They're taking you up in a minute. Your fever's worse; they think your appendix may have ruptured."

Well, that ain't good Jensen thinks. "Sure it wasn't all those fries?" He's trying to keep things lighthearted, but Jared keeps giving him that look and gently rubbing his forearm. "It's going to be okay, Jared."

"I think that's what I'm supposed to be telling you." Jared says as the nurses come in and start unhooking Jensen for the journey to the O.R.

Can't really argue with that, he thinks, but things are getting fuzzy around the edges, so he settles for a little wave instead as they're taking him down the hall to the elevator.

***

He feels like he's been sleeping forever, but Jensen feels exhausted when he finally wakes up, like he's just gone ten rounds with a prizefighter.

"Jen, you with me?" It's kind of blurry, but he can vaguely make out Jared. "It's been three days. Your appendix perforated, and you had a little infection going. But you're over the worst of it now. How are you feeling?"

"Had better days," Jensen croaks, "but I'm okay."

"Good... because I've got something for you." Jared picks up a paper container of french fries from the bedside table and eats one, a shit eating grin on his face.

"Oh you bastard... remind me to kick your ass when I get out of here." Jensen's eyes are closing despite his best efforts, but he can still hear the smirk in Jared's words.

"I can't wait."