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week 7 - date tbd ugh fuck me
Jul. 17th, 2016 11:43 pm[ Jack sleeps for a long time. Probably longer than he has in years, and in a way, that's restful. It's a deep, dreamless sleep where you lose a sense of time. But the problem is, you always have to wake up.
The first time he wakes, it's in pain, and Jack's screaming turns into laughter as he holds what's left of his arm. He actually can't believe that he's still alive, because when he'd gone down, he'd thought for sure that would be it. He'd be following after Rhys right into Hell, just like he'd been hoping. But, no. No, he's still here.
The second time, it's stranger, because there's that different realization beyond hysteria that the arm is gone, just like... Well, a lot. It's something he dwells on for far longer than he would like, but eventually, sleep overtakes him after he takes the most meager meal he can.
The third time, he decides he's tired of being in here. He's well aware that there's no one here that would give a rat's ass to come check on him, but that realization doesn't really bother him much. He shifts with a heavy groan to get out of the bed, then starts to gather up the supplies that he might need to tend to himself. Thank god for Nisha, he thinks. If she hadn't taught him how to patch himself up, well—
His hair raises on the back of his neck with the sudden sensation of being watched. That fonder memory disappears, and Jack looks around, towards the vent first, but then, the door. His heart sinks in his chest, but he doesn't look away, even though he wants to. ]
—Uh. Hey.
The first time he wakes, it's in pain, and Jack's screaming turns into laughter as he holds what's left of his arm. He actually can't believe that he's still alive, because when he'd gone down, he'd thought for sure that would be it. He'd be following after Rhys right into Hell, just like he'd been hoping. But, no. No, he's still here.
The second time, it's stranger, because there's that different realization beyond hysteria that the arm is gone, just like... Well, a lot. It's something he dwells on for far longer than he would like, but eventually, sleep overtakes him after he takes the most meager meal he can.
The third time, he decides he's tired of being in here. He's well aware that there's no one here that would give a rat's ass to come check on him, but that realization doesn't really bother him much. He shifts with a heavy groan to get out of the bed, then starts to gather up the supplies that he might need to tend to himself. Thank god for Nisha, he thinks. If she hadn't taught him how to patch himself up, well—
His hair raises on the back of his neck with the sudden sensation of being watched. That fonder memory disappears, and Jack looks around, towards the vent first, but then, the door. His heart sinks in his chest, but he doesn't look away, even though he wants to. ]
—Uh. Hey.
