Game Of Survival (Markson)

We both stayed quiet as Jackson moved around the hotel room, drying his hair with a towel. He stopped near the door and continued to dry his hair off, zoning out a bit. I took that time to look him over. Everything looked fine except for his split lip and cuts on his arm from the fight. My eyes traveled back up to his face to find his gaze already on me. My cheeks turned warm as I looked away quickly.

"I was thinking...." he threw the towel in the pile near the door then made his way over to the couch and took a seat next to me. "I'm going to have someone take you home tomorrow. You'll leave in the morning." I looked at him, "What?"

He sighed and shook his head then removed a cigarette from his pocket . I snatched it out of his hands and tossed it across the room. "What the hell Jackson? What do you mean I'm going home?" Jackson frowned and looked at me. "I can't protect you from everyone Mark. You're going to end up hurt and thats something that I don't want."

"To hell with that. I want to stay and help," I touched his split lip softly. He winced slightly and grabbed my wrist, and lowered my arm. "My word is final Mark. You're going to go back home whether you like it or not."