Jack had passed out on the bathroom floor, barely breathing for nearly three hours until his immortal body regenerated itself.
Why did he always have to feel this way?
This hurt?
His cuts stung as he moved and the dry blood coating his arms cracked.
He didn't want to be hurt.
He didn't want to feel pain.
He felt new trickles of blood slither down his arm, like snakes coming from under his skin and he shivered, rinsing his burning arm under cold water and patting it dry, before wrapping it in a fresh gauze and pulling his baggy sleeves over his arms.
He wished that he could just walk out to North and show him what he'd done to himself, and expect him to understand.
You're funny, he'd find you disgusting.
For now though, he'd hide all his insecurities and faults under his baggy jumper, and hope no one noticed.
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Sandy stood near the door of North's office, waiting.
"Sandman" North mumbled, "so..."
North wanted to ask, just this once.
"Sandy, why can't you talk?"
The golden man waved his hands, a bandaid appearing over his head.
"Yeah, I didn't think of that, I'm sorry."
Pain. The bandaid meant pain.
"What happened?.
Sandman shook his head, hugging himself.
"I get it Sandy, come to me if you need to... talk."
The golden man just nodded.
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