I'm MoRe InSaNe (Septiplier)

Part 10

Sean glared at Jay, attempting to push past him, but Jay placed a hand on Sean's chest, stopping him. "Where do you think you're going?" Jay smiled, tilting his head to the side.

"Away from you" Sean spat, trying again, Jay shoving him back roughly, taking him by surprise as he stumbled and fell to the ground. "I need to have a word with you, I don't know if your little girlfriend told you I came to see you?" Jay shut the main door, walking towards Sean.

"What?" Sean frowned, climbing to his feet quickly, looking at his hand, seeing the wound had opened again. "Shit" Sean mumbled, lifting his hand and observing the cut, hissing in pain.

"Oh... what did you do Jack?" Jay stepped closer, his eyes on Sean's hand. "He did nothing, I did it" Mark stated bluntly, sitting on the floor with his legs crossed.

"Oh" Jay grinned, looking back down at Sean, who stared at him irritably.

"That looks like it hurts" Jay tilted his head more, stepping closer to Sean, watching as he stepped back, wanting to keep distance between them.

"Leave me alone" Sean growled, Jay smiling crookedly,  turning away from him and walking to the kitchen area, returning with a first aid kit, tossing it to the ground before he crossed his arms.

"Well, go on" Jay nodded to the kit on the ground which Sean stared at before he hesitantly knelt down, reaching for it, until Jay stepped forward, slapping the heel of his shoe on Sean's wounded hand, Sean screaming out in pain,  trying to pull his hand away.

"Let me go you maniac!!" Sean screamed, trying to pull Jays foot off his hand, the pain becoming nearly unbearable as Jay pushed all his weight on Sean's hand.

"Oh? I'm the maniac?" Jay mocked, twisting his heels on Sean's hand, the sounds of Sean's cries made him grin triumphantly. Mark watched, cringing at the thought of how much pain that must be, looking away before looking back briefly.

Not too long ago, Mark would have smiled at this sight, watching Sean scream in pain, eventually getting him to move, holding his hand to his chest, gasping painfully, curling up into a ball, holding his pulsing hand to his chest as he cried.

"Pathetic" Jay rolled his eyes, looking at Mark who stared at the ground with wide eyes, clearly trying to let everything that had happened digest in his head.

"I heard, that you're one for revenge" Jay opened the door to the glass, room stepping back as Mark stood, looking at him.

"You stood get that, fixed" Jay stared at Mark's bloody hand, biting his lip.

Mark said nothing, stepping out and glaring at Jay, walking over to Sean and hesitating on whether to check on Sean or not to. Mark shook his head and picked up the first aid kit, opening it and taking out the things he needed, walking over to Sean.

Mark kneeled beside him, nudging his shoulder slightly, making him look up at him, pain clear in his eyes, Mark scoffing and holding his unfounded hand to Sean, staring at him.

"W-What?" Sean stared at it. "Give me your hand" Mark instructed but Sean didn't move. "Sean, give me your fucking hand before I fucking lose my shit" Mark said lowly, his expression not changing.

Sean hesitated before he slowly gave Mark his wounded hand which was badly bruised in several different colours, Mark cringing at the thought of how painful it could be.

Mark started cleaning the wound as best he could, trying his best as he attempted to help Sean without hurting him any more than he already was.

Once Mark had closed the bandage around his hand, his let his finger softly rub over the top of his hand, sighing. "What about you?" Sean asked, smiling at his now bandaged hand.