Reversed -Septiplier-

~Chapter Four~

~Jack's POV~

"Hold on." 

I had to hold on to his shoulders to not colapse. I felt my body become heavier and heavier. He must have felt this because he grabbed my shoulders to keep me up. "Come on, stay with me. Everything is going to be OK." He was trying to calm me down, but it was not working that well. I had a knife in my leg and he kissed me! What is going on!? I could only whisper to him, because my brain was not functioning that well. "How is everything going to be OK? I'm in this hell-hole of a place and you stabbed me in my leg!" "I'll explain everything later, but now we have to get that knife out of your leg."

"But why did you even put it in there?!" I questioned him. "Like I said, I'll explain everything later. But we have to do this quick, that way it hurts less. And we don't have much time, so please, follow my directions." I nodded and looked at him. "Alright, please sit down on the ground. That way you can't fall." I nodded again and I tried to sit down, but that hurt really bad. He saw my facial expressions and helped me almost immediatly. After a few moments I sat on the ground with my back against the wall. "This is going to hurt, but you can't make a noise. Please, grab my hand and squeeze it if you're in pain. Just try not to make any noise." He gave me his left hand and I took it, knowing that it was going to hurt really bad. He placed his right hand on the knife in my leg. I started to feel scared, but I knew that it would be over soon.

I closed my eyes. I knew that if I would look at it I would faint. I felt a bad pain, and I squeezed Marks hand tightly. The pain was gone after a few seconds and I opened my eyes. Mark had the knife in his hand, it was covered in blood. I still had his hand in mine, and for some reason I didn't want to let go. I was still scared, of this place, the people who are after me, the explanation that Mark was going to give me, everything. I just had to hold someone right now. But not just someone, I had to hold him.

Unfortunately, he let go. He stood up and put the knife on the table, with my blood still on it. I looked at my leg. I didn't see much. Well, I saw blood, but I couldn't see something else at that moment. Partly because of my pants. Before I could think to much about how I was bleeding, Mark kneeled beside me. "Let me help you get up." He put my arm around his neck and helped me up. "I'll help you to my car." I didn't question any of it and we slowly walked to his car.

When we arrived he pulled at the door. "I think it's better if you go in the back. You can lay down and not all of your blood will go into your legs. So you will lose less blood." I nodded and slowly got into the backseat. I laid down as he closed the door. After a few minutes he opened the door to the drivers seat and climbed in. My leg started hurting again, but I ignored it for now. "Are you ready to leave?" He asked me. "I'm so ready to leave this hell-hole." I answered, with a little laugh at the end. I saw him smile as we drove away.

My vision was starting to blur because the pain in my leg wouldn't stop. But I just let it happen. Mark wouldn't care, it just would be easier for him to work with me. I saw in his eyes that he didn't want to do this, hurt me. He said so many times he was going to explain everything, and that everything was going to be OK. So I trust him with my unconscious body. He wants to help me, and everything is going to be fine. As long as he is with me.