(Completed (mainly) The DSAF'S Book Of Randomness 2

A Guard's Life, Meet Inexperienced Writing Part 2

AN- A Guard's Life belongs to Lucarioishere.

Warnings
Swearing
Description Of Injuries
Nightmare
Self Depricating Thoughts
References to Rape
References of torture
Panic Attack

I'm dark as hell, nothing new-

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PG came out with medical supplies, walking over to Jack. "Alright, since these pants are already destroyed I'll just cut it." Jack started shaking slightly.

"U-Um, can I-I-I do it?" "Are you sure?" Jack nods.

"Alright..." PG handed him the medical scissors and med kit. Jack cut the fabric around the injuries, making everyone gasp.

He had millions of old scars from a springlock failure, whip marks, cuts, and many other injuries. His legs looked badly broken, and there was another thing that made Dave want to gut someone badly.

Claw marks went up his leg to his thigh, and then farther. Jeremy looked freaked out, PG looked like he was going to be sick, Dave was just barely stopping himself from going on a murderous rampage, Old Sport looked... less emotionless than he usually did, and Mike looked angry as hell, and protective. Even Marion looked horrified.

Jack didn't notice the stares, beginning to bandage himself and using an icepack to help out his leg. When he looked up he looked scared at the faces everyone was making.

"U-U-Um, is everything... o-ok?" Dave walked over to him, luckily keeping back his anger.

"Who did that to you?"

"U-Um..." He stayed quiet, fiddling with his fingers.

"Why won't you tell me?"

"Dave, your scaring him." PG pushed him back. "Let's all calm down here. All that matters is that we get him better."

PG got out a cast, knowing that the hospitals wouldn't treat anyone that looked like Old Sport. He touched his leg make Jack tense up and whimper. PG retracted his hand immediately. Jack was shaking slightly, his breathing getting a bit faster.

"U-Um, I'm sorry I scared you. I'll ask before I touch you. Are you... ok?"

Jack took in a few deep breathes, before nodding. "Y-Yeah, I-I'm sorry for t-the trouble..."

"It's no trouble, I should have asked first." Jack smiled slightly.

"Is it alright if I touch you? This needs to be set back in place and have a cast on it."

Jack bit his lip, before nodding. "Alright, Dave? I have to reset the bone, so can you hold out his hand for him to squeeze?" "Sure dad!" PG raised an eyebrow before sighing.

Dave held out his hand, and Jack took it slowly. "Alright, 3... 2..... 1!" PG snapped the bone back in place as Jack yelped, squeezing Dave's hand tightly. Dave didn't even flinch as he rubbed his hand comfortingly. PG placed the cast on the leg carefully.

"Alright, that should take awhile to heal. Where do you live?" "I-I'm all the w-way in North Dakota." The group looked extremely surprised. "How did you get here?"

"I-I... don't k-know..." Jack thought, trying to remember what happened last. He was looking for work, then heard something in an alley. He had walked to it, and... huh, he didn't remember after that... Did he get knocked out? His legs weren't this broken before... and... it hurt worse than usual... He shook his head, trying not to get bad flashbacks. He was already tired, he didn't need a panic attack to add to it.