Hello lovelies!! I have returned! *I say that to much sorry* I tried to sit down and write many times before this, but my brain keeps crashing. And in case this isn't obvious, updates are gonna be kinda wacky from now on, if they aren't already Xp. Life is crazy rn, but I'll do my best to update. My English teacher lets me write in class, so that's helpful too. I also apologize for not advancing the plot that much, but that will change soon >:)

Enjoy this mess of words I threw together at one in the morning.

                  Jack's P.O.V

I felt like my organs were eating themselves.

Extreme pain pulled at my insides, making me not able to get out of bed, and extremely hungry. I was already determined to starve myself and this pain was not being helpful. My brain pounded against my skull and it felt like it was going to explode.

My vision began to get blurrier as the days went by and now the light made my eyes hurt. I stayed in my room, the blinds shut, avoiding the thoughts in my pain filled head.

So sleepwalking was a thing now, too.

Apparently, when Mark was 'on watch',  I got up and started for the door. He eventually woke me up, but by the look on his face, something tells me there's more to this story he wasn't telling me.

Adam was concerned at first, but said he would have to forse me to stay in bed until the symptoms were regular. Whatever that means. As for this cure, I'm slowly losing hope I'll even get it in time. Or that he even had it. Why else wouldn't he have helped that girl?

I was laying in bed, and turned over on my side to relive the pain in my aching back. Mark had fallen asleep in the chair next to the bed. I had turned away in fear of another sleepwalking episode. I didn't want to hurt him.

A sharp stab of pain in my side drove away my last hope for sleep. I sat up. The pain refused to go away. I ran my fingers through my hair, what was I supposed to do? Wake Mark? Get Adam? No, I shouldn't cause trouble. I glanced over at Mark and gulit washed over me. I should tell him. I didn't want to upset him.

I placed my hand gently on his shoulder, and he stirred. His eyes flickered open and I blushed when his chocolate gaze landed on me. Concern washed over his face. "What's wrong?"

Another stab of pain made me grimace. Realization flooded Mark's eyes as he helped me lay back down.

"Stay here." He instructed. "I'll be right back."

"Promise?" I asked with a grin.

He returned the smile. "Promise."

As soon as the door shut, my smile faded and my face twisted up in pain. It was unbearable and I couldn't barely move. Mark returned a few minutes later with a very sleepy looking Adam.
His sleepiness and 'I'm so done with this sh*t' face vanished when he saw my painful state. I can hardly remember anything that came after that, I must have passed out.

When I woke up, I was strapped to the bed.

Mark's P.O.V

I was furious.

"This is your idea of helping him? He's tied to the f*cking bed!"

"Yes, so he can't get up and hurt someone when he's having an episode. It's for the safety of everyone." He replied as if it wasn't a problem.

I stepped infront of him, towering over him by only an inch, but still intimidating. My angry features was enough to render him speechless. "No, you don't get it. He's hurt. He's in pain. He needs something for the pain, and you tie the poor man to the bed?!?"

"It is helping. At least I'm not pitying him." He replied harshly.

Rage filled me. "Excuse me? You should be pitying him! He's f*cking dying!!"

"Is pitying him helping him? His pain? Is it curing him? Is pitying him doing anything but making him feel like a waste of space, or a problem?" He asked, not backing down.

"At least I don't make him feel like a monster!" I shot back.

"At least I'm helping him and not treating him like a child!"

"He's dying Adam! Dying!" I yelled.

"And who's fault is that?"

That was it. I exploded. I punched him square in the jaw and sent him flying back into the wall. He dabbed the blood rushing from the corner of his mouth and his face twisted in anger. Within a second, we were on eachother, punching, pulling, and kicking. His glasses lay on the floor, forgotten and broken. There was no holding back. He punched my nose, and I felt blood begin to run, but I didn't feel the pain. I aimed for another punch when Felix rushed in between us holding my arm back. 

Adam saw the opportunity and tried to rush at me, but froze when Marzia screamed.

"What are you doing?!? Are you both out of your minds?!?"

We were breathing heavily, blood rushing to our wounds and brusies. We didn't brake eye contact, and Adam suddenly looked very tired, and older in a way.

"How the f*ck is this helping Jack?" Felix asked. "Huh? Anyone got a reason that having a fist fight at one in the morning and waking us up is a productive idea?!?"

When neither of us replied, Felix pinched the bridge of his nose. He released my wrist and looked at me. "Go to bed Mark. I'll look after Jack. Get some bloody f*cking sleep in a bed for once. Adam, go back to whatever you were doing before the two of you decide to almost kill each other. And if I hear one d*mmed thing from either of you, it's gonna be one h*ll of a long night."

As soon as he stopped talking, Adam turned and walked to his room. I stood still a moment, catching Felix's gaze for a split second before he walked down the hall to Jack's room. Marzia looked at me, sadness and tiredness brimming her eyes. She closed the door and left me standing out in the dark hallway.
I took one last glance at Jack's room, before opening my own door and walking inside.