Re: Zero Hell clean up arc 2

Welcome home

Jack still felt the pain from his injuries. He got out of the shower and walked over to the mess of morphine powder and scooped a bit with a piece of glass in his pipe then scooped an ember from the fire as well as some tobacco. He stepped on glass in the process but he didn't care. The morphine made the bath feel so much cozier. Jack told himself not to make a habit of this because he knew all about the horrible stories of opioid addiction from his home country in America. But soon he didn't care. Jack justified it as he was in pain thus pain medication was not inappropriate. He washed himself with the soap and rinsed it off. Jack got out and covered himself in a towel he felt clean and smelt clean. Releasing the drain in the tub and watching the filth go down the drain was satisfying to watch. He put on some clothes. Jack then cleaned up the wet footprints on the floor and the mess of glass and morphine powder. He threw the glass out and put the powder in a small bowl. [Jack: Now to make stew] Jack put some logs on the fire. He ate some of the left over stew, then added snow. Jack then took the skin of the horned lion meat, chopped it up, and added it. He pulled out the rabbits butchered them, added some of the guts to add to the broth of the stew, then added the rabbits themselves. The next step was the vegetables after waiting some time. Jack while waiting filled the backup cauldron with snow and put it next to the fire. He bandaged up his many wounds then cleaned up blood he didn't realize he was leaving all over the place. Jack added some spices to the soup and some of the wine. I feel like a housewife, he thought. Which he believed to be ironic as he was doing all these chores because he felt as a man he needed to do something to make up for what he said and for failure in combat against Mabeasts. Jack laid out Emilia's clothes next to the bath. Jack's parents always made him do this with his clothes; he wondered if that was something they learned from the Military. Jack drank more brandy. After some time Emilia walked through the door. [Jack: Welcome home] [Emilia: I passed the trial!!] She ran up and embraced Jack. Jack was happy to feel her warmth again, before it seemed a bit annoying that she was always touching him, but in absence of that, he truly missed it. Emilia bent her head into Jack's chest sniffing deeply [Emilia: You smell so... good] [Jack: You don't but that's ok I got a bath for you] [Really. Thank you] Emilia lifted her head back up and kissed Jack leaving a slight bit of saliva on his lips. [Jack: Woah what are we going to name it?] he joked. [Emilia: You actually really scared me when you did that.] [Jack: I felt like that was going to happen but I couldn't resist. Now let me put the water in] Emilia stopped hugging him. Jack ran over and dragged the cauldron filled with hot water that was once snow and poured it into the tub. While waiting for Emilia to finish her bath Jack grabbed two wine glasses and filled them with the wine from the wine bottle with a fancy label. Emilia skipped out of the bathroom and stopped. [Emilia: How do I look?] Jack didn't really notice what he laid out for her. She was wearing a small pink nightgown. [Jack: unreasonably cute] He said as he took a sip of wine and held out the other glass offering it to Emilia. Emilia took the glass and sat down. [Jack: You passed the first trial we need to celebrate] [Emilia: This isn't celebrating?] Emilia said with a laugh. [Jack: I guess you're right. Well cheers.] They tapped the glasses together and then drank. Jack got up to pull the stew off the fire and sat back down. He then asked Emilia about the trial which prompted a long conversation in which had over a bowl of stew and they both spoke of their pasts while Emilia healed Jack's wounds. [Emilia: they say I have the mind of 13 or 15 yearold] [Jack: Well now I just feel like a pedophile] [Emilia: But technically I am 115 years old or older. But I have the body of someone who's 19] [Jack: Holy shit that's a lot of varying numbers. At least your body is somewhat the same age as mine. Yet you've been around 33 years longer than my grandpa who died at 78. But he smoked cigarettes for 64 years and lord knows how many times he fell out of a helicopter or got shot in Vietnam] [Emilia: What are cigarettes?] [Jack: it's the thing Puck would have said he was out to go get if he was where I was from] [Emilia: What?] [Jack: Don't act like that has been weirdest thing said in this conversation, you 13, 115, 19 yearold] The stew was the best they had ever had. A few wine glasses later Emilia was on top of Jack kissing. [Emilia: I'm sleeping hwere. Last night I didn't sshweep it was cold] [Jack: cooool. I am sshweeping now] The only thing Jack could think is I could stay here forever. How could this be hell?

This is the final product at least for now. Thank you for reading