I really hate to ask it, but could you please write a little thing Jack selling with the reader, his S/O and she faints from exhaustion cause she aint been sleeping due to nightmares that won't leave her alone so she just stopped and he kinda scolds but comforts her and helps/ comforts her again when she wakes back up (from a nightmare) after passing out
“Jack, what’s this word?” You yawned, staring at the paper that had spread ink all over your hands. Reading wasn’t exactly your strong suit, and you had to ask about some of the larger ones. Today was such a long day. The two of you had sold the morning, and the evening edition. Money always got tighter over the summers, when people were less inclined to walk in the hot weather. It was such a hot day out. July felt like such a damn long month when you worked outside, hauling papers.
Your selling partner, and actual partner pulled the paper out of your fingers and looked at it. “Oh, it’s ‘misunderstandin’.” Jack muttered. He handed you the crumpled paper back, which you took with shaking hands. Thankfully, he didn’t notice how they moved. Your entire body was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation, of course. On top of the heat, and scrounging for food. But all the other newsies had to deal with that sort of thing. About a week ago, you’d purged sleeping for as long as you could put it off. The nightmares that had plagued you since you were young, started affecting your sleep. You’d woken up with your bunkmate, Romeo shaking you awake, because you’d started sleep talking. After that, you forced yourself awake each night, to avoid disturbing the others.
The sun was blinding that day. You yanked your hat off and fanned yourself with it, feeling as those you had on too many layers, in reality you didn’t, but the unshakable heat seemed to make you feel sick. “Jack, I ain’t feeling so well.” You hadn’t even wanted to say anything, so the fact that you opened your big, dumb mouth stood as a testament to how terrible you felt. “I think I outta sit d-down, or—” And before you knew it, you hit the pavement, the cement being particularly unkind to your spine. The world around you felt too fast. You heard a faint “(Name)!” Before the comforting darkness consumed you.
People on the streets around the two of you started to stare. Immediately, Jack fell to his knees, abandoning his papers to the ground. “(Name), (Name), stay with me.” he desperately shook your limp shoulders. “Princess, please…” Jack wasted no time scooping you up in his arms, one hand across your back, the other under your knees. As quickly as his legs could go, Jack ran back to the lodging house. Once he made it there, he placed you in your bunk, and after making sure you had no scrapes, bumps, or physical wounds, the tall boy ran off to get you some water.
While he was gone, you had apparently started to call out in your state. Screaming, even. It stirred Jack up from the kitchen, dropping the clear glass on the ground. “(Name)!” Jack hollered, trying to rouse you from your sleep. You cracked your eyes open, looking up at Jack’s soft eyes, laced with panic. The tears welled up too quickly in your eyes, and abruptly flowed out of them. In a heartbeat, Jack’s strong arms were around you. “Shh, you’re okay now.” He assured. Neither of you spoke. You cried. He just held you, and rocked you.
Once, your sobs had ceased to just sniffles, he held you at arms length, and looked you up and down. “Are you okay? What’s been going on, Princess?” Jack asked, staring into your eyes.
Tentatively, you shrugged. Were you ready to open up to him like that? Before you could stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your mouth. “It’s… I’ve been havin’ these nightmares, for a long while, Jack. They’re about my Ma and Da. There was a fire when I was little, and these dreams keep getting worse. I hasn’t been sleepin’, cause Romeo said I started calling out, and I didn’t wanna keep everybody up…” you couldn’t say anymore for fear of crying again.
Jack’s eyes looked hurt. “You can’t just not sleep, (Name). Youse gotta,” he sighed. “I can see the dark circles under your eyes, don’t think I can’t. Look, next time you’re worried about these nightmares, come and get me. I’ll hold ya, like this, and we can talk through it, okay? But you gotta sleep. You’re gonna get hurt this way.”
A weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you got the chance to release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Thank you… God, thank you, Jackie.” You were able to really smile for the first time in days.
“Here, lay down, an’ I’ll stay with ya. No more papers for the day.”
“But Jack, you gotta eat!”
“And youse gotta sleep.”
Gently, he pushed you down onto the mattress. Jack pulled his boots off, and wedged himself into the space beside you. “Wake me up anytime you need to. We’re getting you through this.” He whispered. His arm wrapped itself around your waist.
For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.