𝘖𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘴𝘦.

Recovery.

"On it." Jonah ran to the bathroom.

Mark was confused..He didn't know why they were in fear.

"Oh god..Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

Jonah ran back with the bandages and alcohol, and tissue paper.

He placed it on the table and Adam poured some of the alcohol on the tissue paper.

"This'll sting okay?"

Mark shook his head, confused.

Adam pressed the tissue on the largest cut, the one on his shoulder.

Mark winced in pain, crying silently. Heavy tears falling out of his eyes.

"Oh, no, no, I'm so sorry— Mark-"

"H-Huh?—"

"I hurt you! And you've already gone through so much pain—"

"No—No it's fine..Keep going.."

Adam cleaned all of his cuts, even the bite marks.

"Poor guy.." Jonah said, huffing.

"I know..I'm so glad we found him alive."

Mark had an insane deja vu. His lungs tightening.

Adam started wrapping the bandages around his arms, shoulders and his hand.

"Okay..Now you're all patched up!.."

Mark looked at the bandages, looking nervous.

"I cant imagine how you felt..I feel horrible for you, Mark."

"I..T..Thank you guys..So much.."

"Hm?"

"Thank you..Both..So..So much.."

"Of course, we'd never go without you, Mark."

"There's another bedroom upstairs, help yourself!" Jonah said, smiling.

Mark finally smiled back, getting up and going upstairs.

He went to the bedroom, falling down on a bed, he felt..Relief..He felt at peace.
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"Oh! Mark!" Cesar walked downstairs only to see an empty basement.

"..Oh."

Cesar looked angered, he hadn't felt actual rage like this in a long time.

"I knew this would happen. Just not now."

Cesar sighed, calming himself down.

"Things are finally getting interesting."