under my wing (septiplier fluff)

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After what felt like an eternity of waiting Mark suddenly felt the boy stirring from underneath his hand. He kept his grip on the flannel to make sure the wound didn't worsen if he began to move around.

He met his gaze with the injured boy, who had just lifted his head and had opened his eyes slightly but not entirely. It still looked like he was still wincing from the pain and Mark didn't blame him. Judging by the state he was in he was likely in unimaginable pain.
"Wh... What're are you doing?" The boy croaked, staring down at Marks hand, which was still holding the flannel tightly around the injury on the boy's arm.
Mark sighed. "I've called the ambulance to come get you. They should be here any minute. I'm just trying to, uh, stop the bleeding while we wait." He tried to offer the boy a sympathetic smile but it ended up looking painfully awkward.

The boy looked back at Mark and didn't speak for a long moment. Mark could've sworn he was going to lash out at him again, but to his surprise, he only grunted and rested his head back back onto the flannel that was underneath his head. "Thanks, I guess." He had a look in his in eyes that showed that he didn't entirely trust Mark yet, but there was some trust gained in that moment.
"Yeah, no problem." Mark muttered.

The silence continued as they both thought, but it didn't last too long as a spark of realisation suddenly came across Mark again. That's right. He still needed to know more about him, especially before the ambulance came to take him away. It wouldn't be long before they arrived. Who knew what questions they were going to ask him?

"Hey, uh, I'm sorry to bother," Mark began, "but do you mind if I ask what your name is?"
The boy stared Mark in the eyes again and there was another uncomfortable silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable enough to make Mark feel like the boy might attack again. Instead, Mark began to notice the boy's features screwing up in effort, like he was struggling to think.

"Uh, was it a bad time to ask?" Mark asked, swallowing nervously. He suddenly realised that he might have come across as rude for saying that, but thankfully, the boy didn't seem to care.
"No no, uh..." He flexed his foot to the side. "My name's Jack. Yeah, Jack."
Mark quirked his eyebrow curiously, not looking convinced. "Is there a reason why it took you so long to answer?"
"My mind was just foggy for a second there, ok?" The boy grumbled impatiently.

There was another silence. Eventually it was broken by the boy sighing.

"Ok, look," He breathed. "I can't remember, a'right? Everything is just blank. Just call me Jack and don't pester me, my head is fookin' killing me."
"Uh, alright, sorry..." Mark turned away from him and let another silence slip past, but this time it was purposeful. He wanted to clear the tension in the air before he moved onto his next question.

Once he believed he'd given enough time, he began to speak again."...And how about those people you were talking about? Y'know, the ones you accused me of being? Who are 'they?'"
Jack answered more sharply this time. "They were street thugs, the ones that made me like this. From what I remember, I was just walking down the road - probably t' go grab some milk from the store, I don't actually remember - when they suddenly came out of no where, knocked me in the head with their fists and dragged me into this alleyway. Then they just kept beating me until I passed out... It's all I can remember right now." He groaned softly and turned over a little. He seemed like he didn't want to recall on his memory - His only memory, apparently.

"God, that's awful..." Mark breathed, turning his focus to the side again. "I'm sorry this happened to you."
Jack flicked his hand dismissively. "Yeah yeah, it was pretty fookin' bad at the time. But they're gone now and that's all I care about."
Mark hummed in acknowledgement, then spoke again, saying, "Do you have a wallet on you?  You might be able to check what your name is from your ID. Maybe even your phone?"
Jack shook his head. "I've checked my pockets already. Everything's gone."

Mark couldn't help but to hiss quietly in frustration. Literally all he knew about this guy was the name he made up for himself five minutes ago and who he was attacked by. But at the same time, he felt ridden with sorrow for him. He'd innocently fallen victim to a bunch of heartless attackers and it was, in short, terrible. His desire for more information was belittled by the sympathy.

Mark's attention suddenly sparked as he heard distant sirens approaching, and soon enough a white ambulance van reared around the corner. It's flashing lights illuminated the alleyway and Mark's ears felt violated by the loudness of the sirens. Men in bright uniforms burst out of the back of the van carrying a stretcher and hurried over to Jack, hauling him onto it and bringing him back to the van. Mark had quickly unravelled his flannel from Jack's arm before they'd done so.

A lady in a similar uniform then appeared from the side and began to approach Mark, her facial expression looking calm and formal. "I'm afraid we do not have the right to question you now," The lady told him, clearing her throat. "But instead, I'm going to have to get your full name and address so we can arrange an interrogation session about the incident." She pulled out a pen and notebook from her side pocket.

There was a brief pause.

"Is it alright if I come with him to the hospital?" Mark suddenly found himself blurting out. "He might, uh, feel calmer if I'm there." Wow, he sounded pathetic, especially since he was refusing an official's orders. He thought for sure it wasn't going to be enough to convince her.

But the lady only raised an eyebrow curiously and gave him a nod of approval. "Very well. You can sit with him and the carers in the back."
Mark felt his heart flutter with relief, and without hesitating he hurried over to the back doors and hopped in. The men who had brought Jack in didn't pay much attention to him - They were attending to Jack's wounds as best they could.

There was one person who had noticed him hopping in, though. It was Jack. Mark could tell by the way he was smiling at him.

/ hey guys, i'm back from my holiday! o:

even though there's only been one chapter on this story so far it's already gotten amazing support, so i'd just like to thank you guys so much for that!! <3 i hope you enjoyed this chapter!