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Jack (graphic, I guess)
It was pretty much what he expected. It hurt. A lot. There was a lot more blood than he had ever seen at once, and he almost felt bad about the mess he was making. At least he had put towels down. He was interrupted from watching the Niagra Falls he had made of his wrists by Phineas. He couldn't remember when Phineas had come in, but he was pretty sure he'd remember the look on Phineas's face as he tried to staunch the blood. He tried to say sorry, or something, anything - but his jaw wasn't working right. He couldn't help but wonder how many pints of blood it would take to refill him, and that by his next erection, the blood in his cock - that wouldn't be his blood.
There was a lot of yelling and blanks - as if someone was jerking the lights on and off. One minute he was on the bathroom floor, then he was on a stretcher, going through the living room, dripping on the expensive carpet and scaring the maid. Then he was in the cool night air, being loaded into the ambulence. Then more darkness.
Now here.
They really could've picked a nicer color for the walls, he mused. His cafeteria memories of hischool's color schemes were more appealing. As soon as he had looked around, taking an inordinate amount of time to veiw the blood bag and the needle attached to his arm - a little, worried looking man in a tweed suit hurried in.
"Your relatives want to see you. Shall I let them in?"
Jack blinked. Several times.
"Are you kidding me? Fuck no." The man ducked his head to go. He reminded Jack of a bloodhound.
"Actually," he said, "let Phineas in."
Phineas looked exhauseted, as if he hadn't slept. Wait. He hadn't. This, Jack thought, was the issue with doing this sort of thing. Guilt. Finny looked like a little puppy someone had just hit. He looked young. Scared shitless.
"Hey," Jack said, his voice more feathery than he would have liked.
"Hey." Sniffle.
"Will you stop fucking sobbing?" Jack snapped, feeling bad as soon as he said it.
"Sorry." There was a moment of silence, Jack staring at the wall, Phin looking like a damaged doll by the door. It was broken by Phineas running to the bed and burying himself in Jack's chest.
"Hey, idiot. I'm the one who's supposed to be the center of attention, remember?"
"Why'd you do it, Jack?" Jack sighed. He shoulda seen this coming.
"There's... lots of reasons."
"It's because of him, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
Him.
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