Anthropophobia

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Mark's POV:

What the hell had just happened? Jack lay in my arms, crying and sobbing.
And full of blood.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I'm sorry!" He repeated the sentence again and again. "Hey! Jack! Jack, listen! What are you sorry for?" "I-I wa-wasn't, I wasn't...", he stuttered. "You weren't what?" "I wasn't there for you!" I petted his head. "You were. Now please let me call 911, okay?" "W-why? Are you...?" He looked away. "I'm okay. But -" "Who's hurt?" "Courtney. You know. You stabbed her." I pointed at Courtney and he let out a shrill scream, as he saw her laying on the floor. "Of course call 911! Otherwise she'll die!" I grabbed my phone and dialed 911. "Hello, 911. What's your emergency?" "Hello. My ex-girlfriend is lying on the floor, a big wound in her stomach, she's bleeding strong and, and her breathing got much slower." "Ok. Ok. We send someone. Adress?" "The adress is..." I didn't know what happened to Jack. In one second, he had stabbed my ex-girlfriend, in another second, he didn't remember anything at all. "They're on their way." Jack managed a little smile. "I love you Mark..." I kissed his forehead. "I love you too Jackaboy..." We sat there for a long time, silently. "J-Jack?" "Yeah?" "I have to get dressed..." "Ok. I'll try to help Courtney." I nodded. While I took my clothes from the floor, I saw him kneeling beside Courtney. Why did that happen? Pants were on. Was it Courtney's fault? Shirt. Was it my fault? I was fully dressed now. And if it was, what did I do wrong? I turned around and saw, that Jack had wrapped his shirt around the wound, to stop the bleeding. "Here", I said, grabbing one of my old shirts, blushing madly. Thankfully, Jack's shirt was the only piece of clothing, that he had worn, which had blood on it. "The ambulance is on the way so..." "I'll hide in the bathroom...", he said shyly. "I love you Jack." "I love you too." The doorbell rang. "Hello?" "Here is the ambulance." I opened the door and waited for the paramedics to come in.

Bob's POV:

I saw the ambulance drive in the parking lot and two paramedics with a barrow jump out of the car. I was worried. Did something happened to Jack? To Mark? After about a minute the paramedics came back, with someone on the barrow, but I couldn't see who it was. Mark came out of the house too. Jack? I wasn't sure, but my stomach twisted anyways. I watched and waited. The abulance backed out of the parking lot.
Nothing.
Everything was, like nothing had happened.
I clenched onto my steering wheel. Why did all this happen? Why had Jack become so crazy and angry? If I hadn't drive to Jack, he wouldn't have done everything. I thought about Wade lying on the cold floor.
I was about to cry, as I saw, that the front door opened again. It was Jack. But who was on - Courtney? He ran towards my car. Dry tears on his cheeks, eyes reddened. I couldn't believe it. If it was Courtney - how? He opened the door and looked at me. "B-Bob? What are you doin' here?" My jaw dropped. "You-you just..." "I regret whatever I've done." "Wh-whatever you've done? Are you serious?" He sobbed a few times. "You threatened Wade and me with a knife! You knocked Wade out! You wanted to kill Courtney!" "I, I..." My phone rang. "Get in." Jack took a seat beside me and looked at his feet. "Hello?"
"Bob? Mark here. Ummm, could you please drive to my apartment with Wade, take Jack and then-"
"He's sitting beside me."
"W-what?"
"He. Is. Sitting. Beside. Me."
"W-who? Jack?"
"Yes."
"And where is, where is Wade?"
"In Jack's apartment. Probably still K.O."
I heard a sigh.
"Please pick Wade up, before you come to the hospital."
"Allright. Which hospital is it?"

Mark's POV:

I stood up, as I saw them coming towards me. Wade had flowers in his hand, Bob a 'Get well soon!' card and Jack was walking trembling behind them. "Jack!" He looked at me and started to run. Bob and Wade froze in place, surprised of what he did. "Mark! Please stay." He hugged me tightly. "I'll stay Jackaboy. I will." Tears rushed down his face. "I-I hurt Bob and Wade too." "Jack.", I sighed, "I'm sure, that they're not angry anymore..." "But I, I, but I did terrible things! I, I stabbed Courtney!" "Jack, she almost raped me. It was self-defense." "No. It wasn't and you know that." He looked me deep in the eyes.

"Wade behind you." I hold his hand and he turned around. "My head still hurts. Not cool ma-" I gave Wade an angry look. "I'm sorry. Again." Jack squeezed my hand. Bob shook his head. "No problem. You couldn't think clear. You don't need to apologize." Jack smiled shyly, as I rubbed my thumb over the back of his hand. "What is with Courtney?" I shrugged. "Don't know. Still in the OR. She lost much blood." "Aha.", Bob said and gave me the card. I raised an eyebrow. "We could at least act, like we're sad. Elsewise we look like her killers." "She's not dead.", Wade said. Jack shook his head. "Yet." He began tearing up again. "Jack...", I said softly, "don't say that..."
"What did you say to the cops?" It was obvious, Bob tried to change the subject. "Someone broke into our apartment and stabbed Courtney. After I had come home, I saw her lying on the floor and immediately called 911. My poor girl-, you know." I didn't want to say girlfriend in front of Jack. I just would've make him sad...

A doctor came down the long hallway.
We all turned around. Please say, that Courtney isn't dead! "Mister Fischbach?" Her nametag said 'Smith', she was blond, tall, in the mid-thirties and seemed very polite. "Yes?" "Miss Turner, your girlfriend, is out of the OR." "And?" "Well,", she sighed and shook her head, "we operated her until now and..." "And? Is, is she Ok?" She smiled. "She's okay. Just wait a few minutes and fill in these forms." She handed me a handful of sheets.

"Wa-wait! Kate, right?" Bob pointed at the doctor. "Yeah. How did you- are you, Bob?" "Yes I am!" She hugged him. "We haven't seen each other since elementary school!" While Bob, Wade and Kate talked about embarrassing school stories, Jack helped me to fill in the forms. "Mrs. Smith?" "Kate." "Whatever." I gave her the forms back. "They are all correctly filled in." She nodded. "Uhu, that's right...aaand...yes...right..." "And in which room is-?" "Room R-38. Thrid floor." "Thank you." "See you around!" She waved and went down the hallway. I gave Bob a confused grin, then shook my head. Whatever.

We went to the elevator and thankfully no people, who could have scared Jack, were around. I pressed the button and the doors slid open. "You know, that Courtney knows everything?" We walked in the elevator. "Of course I do." Jack began trembling again. I gritted my teeth. "But she won't say anything. I promise." "What? Do you want to kill her?", Wade asked. "Shut. Up." Jack pointed at Wade. He was obviously angry. "Mark didn't do anything! He's the victim." "I talked with you.", Wade retorted and shot Jack an angry look. "If I can stab Courtney, it's easy to kill you smart-alec bastard!" "Jack, please calm down." I kissed the back of his neck. "Your boyfriend is a psycho!" "Mind your words, Wade." I was getting pissed. "You should-" The doors slid open.

"Let's visit Courtney", Bob said annoyed. "I'm not in the mood for kindergarten fights." He walked down a long, orange hallway and we followed him. "R-34, R-36, HERE!" Bob pointed at a sign at the wall. "Okay. Everything's going to be fine." I opened the door and we walked in. "Hello Courtney." She turned her head. "Oh. Hello. Mark. Who is this?" "They are my friends, Courtney." She nodded and smiled, but then saw Jack. She began to grin. "You're fuckin' dead! I'll tell the cops everything!" Jack looked away. "That's right! Everthing!" "What do you want to say?" Bob placed the 'Get well soon'-card on a nightstand. "As I tried to rape my ex, his actual boyfriend came and saved him. But because I attacked him, he had to stab me. Doesn't sound good at all, does it?" Wade put the flowers in a vase on the window ledge. She growled. "Fuck you!" "You're wretched!"

I took Jack's hand and turned around. "Go to hell, Courtney." And with this words, I opened the door, looked at Courtney one last time and started to walk, with Jack on my side, back to the elevator.

It is 2:25 AM.
I'm tired.
Hope you guys liked and so on and I'm soooo happy, I could update. I just hope, that this chaptet wasn't total shit. Anyways...See you next time
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