{Jack's POV}

            "Jack, do I really need this?" [Name] sighed as she drummed her fingers along the dashboard, her eyes covered by a black blindfold. Jack just chuckled, removing one hand from the steering wheel to pat her head.

            "I don't want you figuring out how to go through the woods, do I?" he noted, and she swatted his hand away with a slight frown.

            "I thought we established I have no where else to go. I don't really need this..."

            "Mm, yes, but it gives me a sense of comfort." Though honestly, that was a lie. A day had passed since the truth had finally been explained, and the pair were returning home to the cabin. Or so he claimed. The REAL reason he had her wearing a blindfold was so she wouldn't realize the operating room was in the cabin. The door was hidden on the wall with the bathroom, skillfully crafted and disguised. Knowing it was there would only bring bad memories, though, so he'd elected to pretend the room was elsewhere and drive around the woods for a while.

            Of course, [Name] wasn't too interested in this plan. "You know the fun part about riding in a car is watching scenery pass, right?" she sighed, leaning against the window.

            "Blind people ride in cars too and they don't complain." This remark earned a pout, making him smirk. "But fine, we're pretty close now anyway. You can take it off now."

             "Finally," she grumbled, reaching up behind her head to untie the knot and let it slide down as she turned her head to the window. Trees rolled by the window as they drove over the dirt path, giving a pretty nice view. Birdsong could be faintly heard, even with the windows rolled up, but she immediately rolled hers down to feel the fresh air. Jack glanced at her for a moment, watching as strands of her [h/l] [h/c] hair waved in front of her face in the light breeze.

            "Enjoying the ride?" he asked, facing forward once more. She nodded, still staring out the window.

            "I haven't felt fresh air in so long," she murmured. "I'm always in that stuffy bedroom... I wish I could feel the air more."

            "It's not stuffy now," he muttered under his breath. She shot him a questioning glance, but his navy mask provided a perfect poker face, hiding his smirk.

 {Readers POV}

            Just as Jack said, my room wasn't stuffy anymore.

            Plenty of fresh air could get in through the broken window.

            I stared at the window in shock, all of the glass missing. Only a mesh screen served to keep out the elements, but that wasn't saying much since I was pretty sure a light punch could break it. As I stood there Jack leaned against the door frame behind me, his arms folded and undoubtedly smirking under his mask. "See? Not so stuffy anymore, is it?"

            "Jack, what happened to the window?" I asked, my voice reflecting my stun.

            "I broke it, remember? I can't exactly go into town and buy another one. I used the screen from my own bedroom, though, so no bugs will get in." His tone was casual, but I spun around to face him, my eyes flashing.

            "No bugs!? THAT'S supposed to make it better!?"

            "In my defense, the door was barricaded and you were screaming and I thought your appendix had ruptured or something. The window was kind of the most viable option." I guess he had a point there. I sighed, turning back to the window and shaking my head. Well, I wanted more fresh air. Looks like I got my wish. Just not in the way I wanted.

            "What if it storms," I groaned sullenly. "I'll be soaked..."

            "If you want, you can sleep in my room instead." I shot him a startled glance, my jaw dropping.

            "Wh-what!?" I yelped, and he shrugged.

            "Well, my window's intact, and my bed's more comfortable anyway. Better for your recovery." Again, totally casual and nonchalant. As if sleeping in his bed wasn't weird or special at all. My face tinted red as I stared at him, and he tilted his head. "Something wrong?"

            "You, uh... that's... nice... but... uh..." I stammered endlessly, while he just stared at me silently. Stupid mask. I wish I could see his face and figure out what he was thinking. Shaking my head, I took a deep breath and started over. "I'll just... sleep on the couch if it storms, or... something."

            "The couch is lumpy. I'll take it. Besides, I come and go at night all the time. I'd wake you up whenever I came home." This guy just didn't give up, did he? I sighed and shook my head, deciding it just wasn't worth arguing.

            "Fine. But only when it storms." He nodded, seemingly satisfied with the arrangement.

            "Anyways, moving on, you'll need to take it easy for a while. Recovery for appendectomies takes a couple weeks. Also, you need to drink more liquids. And also eat. You've only had two bowls of soup in the past three days."

            "That reminds me," I commented, sitting on the bed, "They didn't taste like barf. How did you do that?" He looked at me for a moment before adverting his gaze, sighing softly.

            "...I kinda called in a favor and had a pal taste test it," he muttered, making me look at him in surprise. As far as I knew, his "friends" were mostly killers and monsters, but from what little I'd heard they didn't exactly share Jack's tastes. As I reflected this he sheepishly added, "It... kinda took a few tries to get it right... He vomited a couple times..."

            "...That poor soul," I murmured, shaking my head.

            "We're... not on speaking terms at the moment," he admitted, though this time I could hear the smirk in his voice. "Though I think we're still on for a joint-hunt Tuesday. That idiot wouldn't miss a killing opportunity even if he vomited." As he chuckled, I'm pretty sure my face turned a little pale. Talking about killing so casually was still pretty uncomfortable to me. As such, I decided to let the subject drop.

            "Speaking of favors," I said, changing the subject, "Any chance you can call in another one and get me a new window?" He glanced away sheepishly, his shoulders slumping a bit.

            "...Not exactly sure I know anyone who could," he muttered, and then turned back to me. "But if you miss the window that much, we could have a funeral."

            "A funeral?" I repeated incredulously, raising an eyebrow, and he nodded.

            "Yeah. We can get a bouquet your favorite flowers, bury the glass remains under a tree out in the forest. Make a cross and grave marker and everything. It'll have the view it always wanted." He chuckled at the awful joke while I just pressed a hand to my forehead and rolled my eyes, though I was smiling.

            "You're an idiot," I chuckled softly, and I could imagine him grinning under his mask, his gray lips parted to show his razor-sharp teeth. Almost a shame I couldn't actually see it.

            "Anyways, get some rest," he said, changing the subject. "You're still recovering. I'll make you some more soup." As he turned to leave a smirk crossed my face. Now that I knew for a fact he wouldn't ever try to kill me, I felt a bit more confident in dealing with him.

            "You know, most people get suckers after going to the doctor," I commented. "I could go for a [fav flavor] one. Or maybe even some [fav candy]." Honestly, any sugar would do, I had a major craving for it. Jack paused, slowly turning his head to face me once more.

            "Yeah, well, you're still on a liquid diet until tomorrow at the earliest." Glancing back at me, he added wryly, "But of course, I might make a little exception if you tell me the password..." My smirk vanished instantly, a chill running down my spine. Recovering from the shock, I slowly shook my head.

            "No, that's okay," I muttered, managing a feeble smile.

             "That's what I thought. Now lie down and get some rest, I'll be back in ten with soup." With that he turned and departed, leaving me to sit on the edge of the bed with a frown. With everything that had happened, I'd completely forgotten the starting point of this whole mess—Buddy's password. Chills ran down my back as I recalled the seemingly endless photos of Jack and the video of the torture. As I sat there, thinking it over, I made a decision:

            I would die before I would let Jack see what was on Buddy's account.