G/t: The Gentle Giant

Chapter Six: Guilt

Jack's POV

During eating I remembered I needed to record a video for tomorrow, the process going through my head. I was trying to think of a way for Mark to have something to do and I remembered how I saw him watching from my shelf one day. I decided I would most likely give him my phone as well as some earbuds to listen to music or something. So, after his bath I placed him on my bed and cleaned up the kitchen. 

I grabbed some earbuds from my spare room and pulled out my phone before placing it in front of Mark. "I have to record a video, and I am kind of loud, so here is my phone so you can watch videos or listen to music if you want." He smiled, "Thanks Jack" I made sure he got everything set up before I went over to my desk. During the recording process I made sure to keep a small eye on Mark and make sure he was okay, every time I glanced over he was doing something else. 

I finished recording and slowly walked over to Mark, he was focused on playing a game so he didn't see me. I watched as he played slither.io and got in to first place before screaming on he died. "FUCK, WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT GUY COME FROM WHAT THE HELL!" I started laughing and he looked over and started laughing too. 

I placed my palm on my bed for Mark to climb on and we headed to the living room, since it was getting late I decided we should watch a movie. I wanted to know how Mark reacted to horror so I gave him a few titles to choose from. He picked one and I placed him on the couch to go make popcorn.

Mark's POV

I climbed onto a pillow and situated myself on the couch waiting for Jack, I don't know why I trusted him so much after only over a day now. He said we were watching a horror movie, at the time I couldn't tell that a title "The Grudge" meant I would get scared shitless. 

Jack came back with a bowl of popcorn, he carefully settled down on the couch before offering me a ride, I hopped on and he placed me on his chest so he could lay down. I sat down on his chest eating a piece of popcorn before nearly falling off at a loud sound coming from the T.V. this happened several times before I slid down Jack's side and into the couch. I looked up to see Jack as well as light coming from the television, I tried several times to climb out, before yelling out, "JACK! JACK! A LITTLE HELP PLEASE!!" He must've fallen asleep so I stuck out my hands to feel around the couch for a way out. 

I continued down the inner cushions of the couch before feeling the couch shift with I am guessing Jack waking up, I was in a really bad spot for him to now wake up. I hear some shuffling, "Oh fuck, where is he?! MARK, MARK WHERE ARE YOU?" I called out but with him moving stuff I don't think he heard me. He lifted the couch and I slipped on a sharp spring sticking out and blood started to trickle down my leg. My new pants being soaked with the red liquid. He yanked out the cushion that I was propped on and I was thrown across the room, it all happened so quickly but I was falling. As soon as I was about to hit the ground I was met with a soft surface, I still hit it hard enough that I passed out. The last thing I heard was Jack freaking out, as well as feeling fast winds around my body, darkness overcame me real fast.

Jack's POV

I don't know why I was so careless, why did I pull out the couch cushion, I should've know he had fallen in the couch. Where else could he have gone, my worst nightmare had just happened, my little buddy was injured and I had to hurry. I was lucky to have seen him get tossed because of my carelessness and was able to catch him before he hit the ground. It seemed he was bleeding, I don't know if I was the cause of that but it was most likely. I know understood why borrowers were afraid or giants, all these thoughts ran to the back of my mind when I opened the bathroom door. I placed a rag on the counter before placing my unconscious buddy on it, I grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet and pulled out some gauze. I used some medical scissors and cut out a small piece large enough to cover his cut on the leg. 

I took a deep breath before taking his jeans off, it was awkward but it needed to be done, I ran them under some warm water and placed them to the side. I grabbed a q-tip and dipped in the tip in peroxide before biting my lip as I carefully cleaned the wound. I used the other end to clean it off and wrapped the gauze around his leg sealing outside pathogens from entering. I finished cleaning the jeans and hung them on the towel rack to dry. I looked down at Mark and used my finger to check his pulse and his breathing, I was glad to see that everything was normal. I made him a little bed on my nightstand because I didn't want to accidentally hurt him again by having him in the bed with me, after making sire he was nice and tucked in I went to sleep feeling guilty for today's events. I had a feeling our new found trust was about to be broken.