(Mark's P.O.V.)


"I am going to forever hate you now. You know that?" I say in a grave tone. Dark groans.

"Mark I know you hate me, you've always hated me. I'm sorry, but I needed to do that." He says. I open my eyes, standing in Jack's bedroom. Why did Dark let me back in control here instead of where Jack is? He doesn't want me seeing what he's done yet. Classic Dark.

"Why did you need to do that?" I ask, heading towards the door. Dark chuckles.

"You'll know soon enough. For now your main concern should be Jack though. News flash, he ain't doing to good." I scowl and I open the door, walking into the living room. My eyes widen and I cover my mouth.

"Oh my god..." I say quietly. I rush over to Jack, but I don't dare touch him. He's unconscious right now, which I think is a good thing cause maybe he won't feel as much pain since he's knocked out. Though he probably fell unconscious because of the pain... Oh my god... His right hand looks broken, no, crushed. He has an exposed wire wrapped around his left wrist. I follow the end of it to a (not plugged in) plug. I take the wire off to find that he know has a burn bracelet around his wrist. 

His upper left arm also has a wire wrapped around, though it's over his sweater so it probably just shocked him, not burned him. I take it off, happy to find no burns. He has a large gash in his left leg, and his upper right arm also has a decently sized gash. His face is covered in bruises and scratches, a decent cut on his forehead that will probably need stitches. His chest is covered in cuts. He looks like hell. But his forearms are untouched. No cuts in his sweater sleeves, no blood on them. Completely untouched. I wonder why... Jack groans, lifting his eyelids just a sliver before they go wide and he gasps, remembering the events of earlier.

"Sh, sh... It's me. He's gone. You're gonna be okay. I'm here." I say soothingly, trying to get him to calm down a bit. He looks at me and just breaks down. I wrap my arms around him, rubbing my one hand up and down his back. He just cries and, despite the fact that I untied him, doesn't hug me back. He's probably in to much pain. I speak soothingly, he just cries and cries.

"I can't believe you tortured him. Tortured him." I say to Dark. Dark just sighs in response. He knocked me out, I was out cold the entire time Dark was doing this... Wait. How long was that? I glance over at the clock and I shake my head, closing my eyes and continuing to sooth Jack. Two hours. He went through two hours of this. Jack's sobs soon turn to quiet crying, though no matter how hard he tries he cannot dry his tears. I pull away from the hug a bit.

"I'm gonna take you to the hospital. Okay?" I say. He nods and I nod as well. I stand up, picking him up bridal style, which is easy considering he weighs about as much as he looks. When I pick him up he snuggles into me, still seeking comfort. I carry him to my rental car and I place him gently in the front passenger seat. 

He's still crying, though it's very quiet and a very minimal amount. I walk around to the drivers side and I get in, on the road in less then a minute. While driving I put my hand on Jack's leg as he looks out the window. When we get to the hospital Jack argues that he can walk on his own, but he doesn't even get one foot in front of him before falling. So I pick him up again and I carry him inside. As soon as I pick him up he passes out. That does not help my worry. Oh crap, oh hell, oh no. I walk up to the receptionist and she looks up at me, her eyes going slightly wide.

"He needs to see a doctor. Now." I say and she nods in agreement. She says something to a little speaker and soon doctors are out with a stretcher. I gently place Jack on the stretcher and the doctors start taking him away. I go to follow...

"Sir you will have to stay here. I promise I will come get you as soon as the patient..." I cut the doctor off.

"Jack." I say. He nods.

"As soon as Jack is ready to see people. You are?" He asks.

"Mark, his... Best friend." I say. I know a lot of people aren't huge on the whole gay thing plus I don't want to accidentally leak out anything onto the internet. The doctor nods.

"Okay Mark. I'm Dr. Selvig. I'll be helping Jack today. I'll be out to get you when he's ready. Okay?" Dr. Selvig says. I nod and he nods as well, walking in the direction the other two doctors (one of them may have been a nurse) went. The doors close behind him and I go and sit down in the waiting area, restlessly bouncing my foot up and down in aggravated patience.