When we got back to Marks house (Y/n) seemed very uneasy, hands shaking like something was stressing him out. Bothering him seemed out of the option because he was literally a mutant, superhero, thing!
Crash!
"Shit! I'm so sorry! I-"
"It's fine." Mark smiled. I looked down around (Y/n)'s feet to see glass shards littering the ground.
"A-Are you sure?" He sheepishly asked.
"Yes, yes it's fine. Don't worry about it." Mark answered leaving the room to probably get a broom.
"At least let me help you! It was my fault!" (Y/n) ran after Mark, and I could hear the tear of skin and the slap of blood when his foot touched the ground again.
I could hear the curse words being muttered under his breath as he shifted to sit on a chair.
"All I really do is fuck up, don't I?" I heard him sigh.
But speech from the other side of the room caught my attention more.
"Stranger danger, he's gonna break all our cups and then murder us." I heard parts of what was said.
(Y/n)'s Pov
"Okay, so what happened?" I heard Mark's voice interrupt the silence I was enjoying.
Jack gave a brief explanation of how I got glass lodged in my feet while he got a broom. A broom! How can I fuck two things up so quickly?
Mark and Jack swept up the mess while I held my hands under my feet to catch any blood dripping from them. After they got that done I was lifted to a bathroom where I was sat in the tub and handed some paper towels.
Mark held tweezers.
It was slow and agonizing, Mark didn't like pulling out the shards so he made Jack do it instead. My feet were very well bandaged after that.
3rd Pov.
Mark then said that he was going to check for any blood spots where (Y/n) had been, leaving Jack to pick up a dizzy, tired, sniffling (Y/n) and bring him all the way to the guest bed room."
Jack wasn't looking forward to this anymore.
