call me Thor, call me Raiden, call me goddamn Zeus

JACK

"Easy, love." Jack's voice is low and calm as still water, the Captain suddenly in the doorway as if he'd always been there. He'd felt her return to consciousness in more than just his magic; the way the crew had shifted their feet tells of it too, the way Murphy quietly excuses himself to go back to the deck to check everything is as it should be, despite there being no reason why it shouldn't.

Having given his quiet orders, the rest of the men are gone now and, other than Jack leaning against the doorframe and the package of medicine tucked casually under his arm, they are alone. "Might dull the pain for now, but it'll make your head hurt a lot more later," he continues, stepping into the cabin further now and clicking the door shut behind him. "Here - try this instead." Setting the package down and opening the box, they'll find a variety of painkillers and sedatives and even a little baggie of dreamdust, in case she wants to just not be there for a while.

"You got hit hard with a glass bottle," he explains. Quiet, clinical, logic in a way that utterly belies the storm churning inside him. "Knocked you out cold."

romancing yourself is possible, narcissistic
and recommended

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!