When he hears from Holster through the group chat that Bitty
had been in a car accident, Jack checks his schedule (in hindsight, he would’ve
gone regardless of practice times) and floors it all the way from Providence to
Samwell. Jack tries to not internally freak out and run every red light he
comes across, but all he could think of throughout the drive is the words “side
swiped by a semi” and “Bitty in car.” There had definitely been more info, but
Jack barely reads the rest before hopping into his car.
When he gets to the Haus, furiously knocking on the front door and shocking the living daylights out of Chowder, who’d answered, he finds Bitty at the kitchen table, his left arm in a sling brace and a cut on his upper cheek under two small pieces of butterfly tape. He looks tired, and slightly worse for wear, but he is still the most brilliant and best thing Jack’s ever seen.
“I’m fine,” Bitty is saying to Holster, who’s hovering over him with a bowl. “I really appreciate you taking care of me, but I know you have a quiz tomorrow, Holster. And I don’t think chicken soup is going to heal my wrist.”
“As your captain, I order you to let me feed you this chicken soup,” Holster says. Ransom is nodding from his place at the counter, helping himself to leftover pie. “Plus, the chicken soup is supposed to heal your soul. It helps, okay? Tween magazines don’t lie.”
could you please draw hange?