Reversed -Septiplier-

~Chapter Five~

~Jack's POV~

I woke up in a strange room, while laying on my back. It was a little bit dark, but light was shining through the curtains. I looked around for a moment. I realized I was in a bedroom. I tried to sit up but if felt something move on my stomach and my leg started to hurt again. I layed back down and I lifted the bedsheet. I saw an arm around my waist. Why didn't I notice this earlier?

I also noticed that I was in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Those weren't my usual clothes, so I figured someone had changed them while I was asleep. I decided that I would turn on my side to face the person who had an arm around me. It took me a while, because I didn't want to hurt my leg as mush as possible. When I finally layed on my side, I saw his face. It was Mark.

I smiled at the fact he had an arm around me in his sleep. We were just friends after all. He would never do that while he was awake, would he? I'm thinking to much. Why am I even acting like I like him? I actually know him for how long, a day? I couldn't like him, it would be creepy if I started to like him on the first day. Or is this what they call love on first sight? Or, Love at first conversation in my case.

I was brought back to reality when Mark moved a little bit. I sat up a little to check the clock on the nightstand; 6:58. I layed back down and stared at the ceiling. I didn't want to wake Mark up, and even if he wasn't hugging me, I coudn't move because of my leg. Suddenly I heard a loud noise. 'Beep, Beep, Beep.'  It scared me shitless. Mark must have felt my body shock because he woke up shortly after that. Before he looked at me, he turned around to slap his clock. As the noise turned down, Mark layed back down beside me, closing his eyes.

He relaxed for a few seconds, before he shot up again. He must have realised I was with him. "I'm sorry." He said while he yawned. "Don't worry." I answered and we sat in silence for a few minutes. He must have realised something else because after a few minutes he jumped out of bed and rushed to my side of the bed. "Can you sit up?" He asked. I tried, but it hurt a lot. He went to help me almost immediatly. After a few moments i sat up straight, with my legs over the edge of the bed. He rolled my sweatpants up until we saw the bandages.

"I didn't clean your wound really properly yesterday. Because I didn't want to wake you up. Can I do it again, now properly?" He asked me. "Ofcourse." I said with a little smile. He went to a room and came back with an aid kit. He kneeled down in front of me and unrapped the bandages on my leg. When I saw the cut I had the feeling I was going to faint. "Why am I so weak when it comes to blood?" I whispered to myself, but Mark could hear it and he looked at my face. He stood up and without a word he put a hand behind my head. The other one pushed me a little on my chest. He layed me down on the bed carefully. "I don't want you to faint." He said when he was done, giving me a kind smile.

He went back to my leg. He cleaned the wound first and put new bandages around it after. It took him like 10 minutes. He went to put the aid kit back on it's place. He came back and stood right in front of me, he reached both of his hands out. I took them and he pulled me on my feet carefully. I ended up right in front of him, our noses almost touching. I started blushing like a freak and my mind was racing. 'It was just acting, the kiss. We were just friends. He stabbed me, remember? But he was sorry, and kissed me again. I'm so confused. But I'm straight.. Right?'

It was like he was reading my mind, again. "You're thinking to much." He smiled at me and kissed my forhead, leaving more confusion in my head. He took my hand and dragged me downstairs, really carefully though.

"I think Ryan and Matt can't wait to meet you. Because you're staying a while ofcourse."