Bruises - Septiplier

Implosion

Jack stares at the dark screen for a while, repeating his encounter with Mark over and over in his head. Jack reaches up and runs his hand through his hair, and is startled by a drop of... Something, landing on his nose. He wipes it with a finger, looking in disgust at the red liquid before him. Then, he looks down.

Mark was packing. Packing, and crying. Mostly the latter. He was so frustrated and angry and lost, all he could do was cry. Mark tosses his fully packed suitcase to the floor, and curls up into bed, having exhausted himself. He is out in seconds.

Jack tears up at the sight before him. Blood was running down his arm, flowing from numerous deep scratches. He leaps up, grabbing an old shirt to stop the blood flow, and looking around anxiously for some bandages. After finding some, he wraps his arm thoroughly and decides to try to eat. He makes some eggs, and sits to eat them, only to stare into space for so long they go cold. Oh well. He tosses the paper plate with his untouched eggs in the garbage, and lays down on the couch to watch a movie. Halfway through, he drifts off into a fitful sleep.