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Jack of the Frost is back in the bar, with a box. He's trying to tie ribbon around it, like a present, and it's failing utterly.

Ribbon is too damned fiddly.

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Jack... will forgo comment and see to Johnny.

Still swearing under his breath, he does his best to lift him. On his good side, because he doesn't know how extensive the injuries aren't, he slings Johnny's arm over his shoulder and stands him.

Jack is a lot stronger than makes sense. And Frost helps. Frost helps a whole lot, to get them up and over to the door out to the lake. To the woods, where Jack lies him in the soft (warm) snow. Even with Frost, he wouldn't want to try the stairs.

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He stirs, feeling the wetness despite its warmth, and looks up at Jack, shivering more from the shock than environment.

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"Shhh," says Jack, eyes wide and frightened.

"We are outside. You are safe. Whatever comes near us here I will kill summarily."

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He tries to sit up, but he's exhausted.

"Don't... you're too... good to kill... someone."

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"Shhh."

He settles down in the snow next to him, and puts a hand on his chest. The other one tries to get his shirt up at the side, to see the damage.

"I will not, then. You are still safe."

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"Can't... lie out here... Jack. I'll... get pneumonia."

His side is still bruised, but much less than it would have been.

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"You get pneumonia because you get cold. You are not cold."

He shifts, uncomfortably.

"And... I cannot lift you up the stairs. How do you feel about Italy?"

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Beat.

"Italy is closer than upstairs?"

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"We are going to Italy."

He gives Johnny his hands.

"Up. You can use our couch."

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He takes the hand and drags himself to his feet.

"What's a couch?" he asks, following, more steady now.

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"Somewhere to sleep."

He slides an arm around him, just in case. Falling right now won't help him any.

"So we can make sure you are better."

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"That man made me better? I thought he was trying to kill me."

Leaning slightly on Jack.

"Thanks."

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"I would not have let him kill you."

Precious little he could have done to stop him, but he likes to pretend.

He gets the door open with one hand and a sharp kick, and welcome, Johnny, to Jack's appartment. (http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/28044.html)