Trigger Warning! If you have a history or problem with cutting you may want to skip this chapter! It does mention cutting and other certain topics!

(Mark's P.O.V.)

It's about eight in the morning. I don't want to be up but I woke up and then I just couldn't get back to sleep. I already made breakfast, scrambled eggs and bacon. I ate, now I'm just watching TV cause there's nothing else to do. I don't want to wake up Jack, he went through a lot last night and he needs rest. I could tell that after all that he just wore himself out. I sigh, letting the minutes pass by with nothing but the TV on to entertain me. After about fifteen minutes however I hear footsteps. I look to the stairs to see Jack come down, and he stops at the bottom of the stairs, looking at me.

"Hey." He says, smiling a bit. I smile.

"Good morning. I made breakfast, but you might want to heat it up." I say. He nods, looking at the ground. It's silent.

"Um... Mark..." He starts.

"Yeah?" I ask. He rubs the back of his neck.

"Can we just... Forget... What happened yesterday?" He asks then, quiet and unsure of himself. My smile falls.

"No. No I can't and won't forget that. Cutting is a big and serious thing. But I won't force you to talk about it either." I say. I know what it feels like to be forced into talking about something you don't want to talk about. Back when my dad died a lot of my friends constantly tried to get me to talk about it, and even continued after I asked them to stop. It wasn't fun and it ruined a lot of friendships for me. I'm not gonna do that to Jack.

"Thanks." Jack says, smiling. I nod, smiling again.

"Yeah of course. Now go get something to eat." I say. He nods, heading to the kitchen. In a few minutes I hear the microwave beep and soon Jack is next to me with his food. We watch TV in silence as he eats. When he finishes he gets up and goes to the kitchen, coming back with nothing but some juice. When he sits back down I turn a bit, so I'm facing him.

"Put your arms out." I say. He looks at me with confusion.

"Why?" He asks. I smile.

"I need to check your arms, make sure everything is healing alright and I need to see exactly how much you did to yourself. I couldn't see a lot because of the blood yesterday, even after I changed the gauze." I say. He nods, understanding. He holds his arms out, and I take his left arm first. I take away the gauze bracelet and I check the one cut.

"Looks perfectly fine. Just your normal, ordinary, accidental looking cut. It should heal perfectly." I say. Jack nods, putting his left hand on his leg. I don't need to cover it again. Then I take his right arm. I unwrap the gauze that covers his entire right arm. When I finish I first look at the gauze. He bled a little over the night but not to much. Enough I'll have to change out the gauze if I have to though. Then I look up and I look at Jack's arm. I stare with slight wide-eyes. He did more to himself then I originally thought... He cut his entire forearm, and I mean entire, and then cut over those. Jack's lucky he didn't bleed to death. I'm lucky he didn't bleed to death.

"Well, it should heal just fine. But there'll be scars." I say, looking up at him. He smiles a bit, nodding.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised. It's what I get though, right?" He says. I sigh, looking at his arm once more.

"I'm gonna put some gauze on it for the rest of the day but by tomorrow it should be fine." I say, earning a nod. I go upstairs, getting the gauze and medical tape. I run back downstairs and I wrap up Jack's arm just like yesterday, then I put the supplies away.

I come back downstairs and Jack smiles slightly, me smiling right afterwards. We just sit there watching TV, talking a little. Then I hear a high five. Specifically, one of Jack's high fives. I frown a bit, now incredibly confused. Jack looks even more confused than me.

"What the hell was that?" He asks. I think I know where that came from... Oh yeah! I smile, turning and picking up my phone off the table.

"I forgot that I set that as my text tone." I say, making Jack chuckle. I go to messages to see Wade is the one that texted me.

Wade: Hey! You and Jack wanna record now? Bob said yeah.

I shrug. I turn to Jack. "You wanna record with Bob and Wade?" I ask. He shakes his head. I don't blame him. He's probably still out of it somewhat. I nod, texting Wade back.

Mark: I'm up for it. Jack won't be there though.

Wade: Aw. Why?

I don't necessarily know what to say so I just type the first thing that pops in my head.

Mark: He's super tired. Practically falling asleep.

Wade: Okay. I have a call going, just join when you're ready.

Mark: Alright.

I lock my phone, putting it in my pocket afterwards.

"Mk. I'm gonna go record." I say, standing up. Jack stands as well.

"Can I watch?" He asks. I shrug.

"Sure." I say. I don't know why he'd want to watch but whatever. I head up to my recording studio/office/computer room/whatever-you-wanna-call-it and I sit at my desk, not bothering with my headphones for now. I'll put em on when I start the recording. Jack takes a chair from another room and just sits down by the wall, out of the camera's view. Understandable. I join the Skype call, immediately being greeted with Wade yelling at Bob about... Crashing a helicopter I think... I guess they're playing GTA right now.

"Hello." I say, making them both go quiet.

"Oh. Hey Mark." Wade says. I wave to the camera.

"Hey, so quick question, what happened to Jack yesterday?" Bob asks. I glance over at Jack to see him shake his head.

"Oh. He just felt kind of nauseous, no big deal." I say, smiling.

"Fair enough." Bob says then and I nod.

"Alright, what are we playing?" I ask, plugging my headphones in.

"SpeedRunners!" Wade answers. I laugh.

"Oh joy." I say, and we start the mayhem that is us recording.