Your pov
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I was sat on the kitchen counter that went along two of the four walls of the room.
Jack was sat on a chair in front of me putting gloves on and anything else he needed to make sure nothing bad happened.
He brought the chair closer and he lightly grasped one of my legs and placed my food on his knee. I watched his every move to make sure I knew when something painful was coming my way.
He took out a wet cloth and cleaned my foot and shin but when all the mood was off it only made the cuts look worse.
"Hmm" Jack slightly looked at me with a small smile.
"I don't thing a pack of plasters will cover this" he let out a little chuckle it was low but soothing.
"I will need to bandage your legs and feet and maybe your hands if they are in the same state"I nodded as he grabbed a small bottle from the box.
"Okay so this is gonna sting. But it will clean the cuts" he said shaking the bottle. "If you need me to stop for a minute tell me and I'll wait." He assured and I nodded in return.
As he sprayed the disinfectant up and down my shin and my foot I winced but didn't ask him to stop. The quicker he finishes the quicker the pain will end.
When he finished he whipped it down and put some cream on the cuts and scars rubbing it in until It wasn't visible and covered them all up with bandages and sealed it with a pin then did it all over again to the other leg except this time he stopped.
"Y/n what's this?" He pointed to a scare that was at the back of my leg near my ankle. It was a big smiley face that had 'just a little longer' written around it in a circle.
"They would tell me every night that I would only be there for a little longer before I could go ' 'home' where ever that was. But they said it every day after every test and needle and threat and cut and I just broke one day and used one of the scalpels they left in a glass Case near the door. When they saw it the next day they just left it and then never left the tools in the room again and only brought them in when they were being used" I explained.
I looked down at jack.
Who was lightly wiping the cut and carried on bandaging my leg.
"Your really strong you know. Anyone else would have probably tried to end it all there and then but you carried on even if you were going off on an empty promise and now look. Your here now."
I smiled to him"yeah, I guess it was worth it in a way"
"JACK!!"
A voice yelled from another room.
"YEAH!?" I winced as jack yelled back. He noticed, apologies and stood and went to the door.
"WHERE YOU AT DUDE!?" The voice asked.
"KITCHEN!" Jacks yelled with his head out the door so it wasn't as loud to me.
He walked back over and stood next to me this time. He took my arm and started wrapping them after cleaning them. When he got to the tattoo he looked at me and I just looked away. He left it at that but I knew he would ask about it later.
I herd someone run down the stairs and toward the kitchen.
The door flew open and there stood a boy with longish black hair pale skin a white hoodie with red splattered across it and black jeans with combat boots. I looked at his eyes, they had no eyelids and the black around them suggested that they were Burnt off and his mouth was carved in to a smile from cheek to cheek. But what scared me was that in his hands he gripped a large knife.
