Chains: Eyeless Jack X Reader

Chapter 41

  {Reader's POV}

            "No... no... crap... come on, it doesn't look like that...!"

            I rolled my eyes as I read my book, listening to Jack curse under his breath. Once again we were in the clearing. This time, though, we weren't repairing dummies. Jack had decided to make new ones from scratch, bringing me along so I could get some fresh air and stop yelling at the TV about how stupid the plot twists were. (Spoiler: Ellen and Ricardo were long-lost siblings. That made the family reunion VERY awkward. Getting stranded on a desert island did not ease the tension.)

            However, while I was content with my book, it was growing clearer that Jack probably shouldn't be making dummies. Not because he wasn't skilled at it. The guy knows a lot about anatomy and is a pretty good surgeon—I'm living proof of that—so making a dummy wasn't too hard for him. His problem was how much of a perfectionist he was. I sighed as I glanced up from my book to see him groaning as he tried to shape the fluff inside a leg.

            "No, no, no, that's too lumpy," he muttered, no doubt scowling as he pushed on the gray "sleeve" he was using for the leg. "It needs to be smoother here, and rise a bit under the knee..." He kept muttering under his breath, but no matter what he did it just looked like a gray sleeve full of fluff with a sock on the end. Sighing, he emptied the fluff onto the ground so he could start over.

            "Jack, why are you putting so much effort into a leg?" I asked. My remark earned a cold glare from him, or at least I assumed that's what he did as his head snapped to look at me. As usual, the mask made it somewhat hard to tell.

            "It needs to be accurate," he grumbled as he lowered his gaze to the dummy, picking up fluff and shoving it inside the sleeve he used for the leg. "It keeps coming out wrong..."

            "I get that. I do, really... It's just... well... it doesn't seem to have a point." I shrugged. "I mean, I didn't go to med school or anything, but I'm pretty sure there aren't any organs in the leg." This earned another DEFINITELY cold glare from Jack, making me wince and shrink back.

            "Of course there aren't any organs in the leg. That would be stupid from an anatomical point of view. But I need the leg to be accurate anyway! Now stretch out your leg so I can use it as a model!" With that he gave me an expectant look, making me roll my eyes as I stretched out one of my legs as told.

            As he resumed work I went back to reading, trying to ignore his occasional cursing as he pricked himself with a needle or failed to shape something into the proper shape. He hadn't even started on the torso yet, he was just working on the limbs and using me as a model. If it were anyone else, I'd think they were using this as an excuse to check me out or something. But not Jack. I was starting to think he didn't retain the typical aesthetics of straight human males when he lost his humanity.

            After I'd read five more chapters Jack groaned and abruptly rose, dropping the arm he'd been messing with. "Screw this, I'm taking a break." He marched over and sat next to me, leaning his head onto my shoulder. I gave a start and looked at him in surprise.