Septiplier Neko

"Can I help?"

Mark's POV.

We got off the bed and went back into the kitchen. Jack looked at the floor and his ears dropped “What's wrong?” I asked worried he was hurt.

“I-I'm sorry I didn't clean it up. A-are you sure you aren't going to punish me? I know I deserve it I can't do anything right” he said as his eyes started to water.

I was a little taken aback by how he talked down on himself. I walked up to him and gave him a hug. He jumped slightly, then buried his face in my chest and started crying.

‘This poor thing don't worry I'm here I'm not letting go’ I could feel Jacks legs shaking under him. I looked down at him he stopped crying, but he looked scared as he looked at me “What's wrong?” I asked holding him tighter.

“I-I d-don't k-know” suddenly Jack's legs gave out, and he started to fall to the ground I slowly lowered his body, so he was sitting on his knees then he fainted.

“Oh no, Jack are you ok?” I picked him up bridal style and ran to my room laying him on my bed I soon realized his ears and tail were gone. I grabbed some clothes and laid them on the bed side table. I pulled up a small chair and sat in it next to Jack. I thought for a minute then got an idea.

I ran to the bathroom and grabbed an alcohol whip, a band-aid, a lancet, a glucose meter, and a test strip. I carried them back to the bedroom setting them on the clothes.

I grabbed Jack's hand looking at his fingers ‘I don't want to but if he does then I have to’ I reached for the whips when I heard groaning. I looked up to see Jack starting to sit up. I quickly use my free hand to support him.

“W-what happened?” Jack asked a bit shakily.

“You collapsed I was about to check your blood sugar” Jack looked at me a little confused

“B-blood sugar? W-what's that?” I grabbed the glucose meter and a test strip. I put the strip in the bottom of the meter, set it down, then grabbed the lancet and the whip. I opened the small paper package and took out the whip.

I then grabbed Jack's hand as I did that he jumped a little I looked at him and saw his face was red. I whipped his finger putting the whip and paper package on the table and grabbed the glucose meter setting it next to Jack.

I grabbed the lancet twisted the bottom off taking one of the needles out and putting it on the spring and put it back together. I took Jack's hand in mine and put the tip of the lancet to the finger I whipped off.

I looked Jack in the eyes as I pushed the button. I heard a click then “Ouch!” Jack took his hand back holding his finger which is now bleeding. I frowned in sadness as I grabbed the glucose meter and held out my hand “N-no you hurt me” Jack said scooting back.

“I'm sorry but that's the only way to check it I'm almost done can I please finish then I'll leave” I said in the calmest tone trying not to sound sad. Hesitantly, Jack gave me his hand. I took the meter test strip facing Jack and put his blood on the end of the strip. I set the meter down and grabbed the band-aid.

I opened the thin paper taking out the band-aid, then took off the little wax papers. I put the band-aid on his finger making sure it's on, but not to tight. After smoothing it out, I gave the band-aid a little kiss. Blushing Jack pulled his hand away, I threw away all the paper and picked up the glucose meter.

“What does it say?” Jack asked pulling his knees up to his chest.

“It says your blood sugar level is 31 Jack that's too low, what and when did your other owner feed you?” I asked worriedly.

“Um, every other week and milk, but sometimes if I was good and made dinner I got to eat” he said happily I frowned even more

“Jack that's not good your not getting enough glucose in your body... hold on I'll be right back” I got up and sprinted out of the room downstairs and into the kitchen I looked at what Jack started to make (HM spaghetti I'll just finish making and take it to him) agreeing with myself I turn the stove back on and start preparing the sauce as I wait for the noodles to start boiling again.

Once everything was done, I took out a bowl and put the spaghetti in it then put a little bit of sauce on top. I grabbed a fork and a napkin and went up stairs back to my room. When I opened the door, I saw Jack looking at the clothes I walked up to him holding out the bowl Jack looked at it then me.

“What's this for?” Jack asked slightly tilting his head.

“This is a good way to get sugar back in your body” I said placing the bowl in his lap putting the fork in the spaghetti and the napkin to the side, but Jack shook his head.

“No I don't deserve it I didn't even finish cooking it I can't eat” he said looking at me.

“Jack you do deserve it” I said smiling.

“How do I deserve it! What did I do?” He asked tilting his head again.

“Well just by being you I love your company and I'm glad you wound up at my door” I said with the biggest smile I've ever had Jack hung his head and said.

“That was an accident I don't deserve this” I put my finger under his chin and lifted his face.

“Hey, I say you can have some. You deserve it because you're making me happy. Can you please eat for me?” I said looking into his eyes, his whole face went red as he looked away, but then he looked at me smiled and nodded grabbing the bowl and fork, and he started eating.

To be continued......