She couldn’t leave him alone the cold eyed sea witch. She was right there. Right in his face. It wasn’t bad enough she had to finish his kill, clean up his mess, fix his hand, have books, a smart mind and a body that kept him dreaming thoughts he didn't want to have. She just delighted in tormenting him. That's how they were those sea witches.

Yet when the first mate marched over to him he saw a look in her eyes that he knew he would dream about for way too long. Damn her! She did that on purpose. Showed him that, those eyes that would melt him. She wanted him to see what he could never have. Take that Night Blooms destroyer! And then as if she knew she took them away. The ice came back when she asked of his state. with cold dripping from her lips.

She needed to examine him so as to rip out his heart and twist his tongue. Sure, sure, Jax thought, I am an open book. He took a breath wishing he had something to say to make her back away again. Something that would force her to turn her back and walk down that road away from him. 

He grinned. He could think of something. He was still Jax after all.

“I might die,” He smiled to her and let his eyes show his own delight in his joke. “My last request would be a kiss.” He teased sure she would find offense . “Must be the mood of the deck, delicious devotion and death.” He turned his head away not really wanting to see her eyes, not wanting to anticipated the sting of the slap he was sure would come. 

Then in a moment of weakness he sighed and glanced back to her. “I’m sorry.” He whispered as he put his hand on the hole of his jacket trying to push hers away. “I am fine.” From the lean of her and the force of those eyes he knew she would not leave him alone until she believed that. Jax shook his head and opened his jacket to let the beautiful doctor see his real wound. Hers. 

“Not doing so well with the things of you, am I doc?” He smiled at her as he pulled her destroyed book from his chest.