“Henrik I'm fine I can go up and down the stairs just fine.”
Henrik gives Jack a Look that has him looking away.
“You need to take it easy, you are still recovering and-“
”Alright Alright I'll stay downstairs while you guys are gone.“ Trying to keep from sounding upset.
Henrik sighs, ”Look, Chase will back in a couple of hours, he's picking Angus up from the airport, just. If it weren't for Jackie you would have fallen yesterday.”
“That wasn't my fault!”
“I know, your legs gave out and that is the issue. You need to keep using your legs yes but I am begging you to use your cane and refrain from using the stairs.” Henrik tells him concerned.
“I know Marvin's potions are helping but they are not a cure all, you were-” Henrik takes a deep breath as he tries not to get upset further, he doesn't want to make Jack upset either but at this point it feels rather inevitable sometimes. He doesn't blame him it's just, frustrating.
“I'll be fine Henrik, I'll walk around down here and if I'm hungry I'll just grab something from the kitchen.” Jack assures.
Henrik still looks concerned before eventually caving and nodding.
”Alvight, Alvight. I'll leave you alone. Just, call one of us is something comes up, alvight?“
”Alright Alright, I'll be fine. Don't forget you have other patients to look after.“ Jack attempts to joke lightheartedly.
Henrik gives him a different Look.
”Jack, you are my brother, you are who I'm most concerned for.“ Henrik tells him softly.
Jack can't help but feel warm and nod a little.
”Now, I do need to go to work before I have to deal with Randy calling me.“
”Fuck he's still around? You'd like he'd retired by now.”
“Yes well he likes ruining my day, so I better go before I send him into an early grave. I love you, and remember to call if you need one of us.”
“I know, I know. I love you too, now go before Randy starts blowing up your phone.”
Henrik chuckles and nods, far more relaxed about leaving jack at home. “I'll see you soon.”
“See ya, and be safe!” Jack shouts after Henrik before falling into a coughing fit after the door closes.
Damn he's really pushing is voice right now. He imagines his asthma isn't too happy with him either.
He sits back and manages a few breaths before taking in the silence.
He hates it.
He was alone that night too, if Jackie hadn't come home and found him...
He shakes his head, wincing as his memories make his throat throb before turning on the TV to drown out his memories. It's his first time home alone since he woke up and he will not let the anxiety get to him.
It's a few hours later when Jack's stomach starts rumbling and he realizes he should probably get up and make himself something.
Grabbing the cane given to him by the hospital, he pushes himself off of the couch before slowly making his way to the kitchen.
He rummages through the cupboard first, going to grab a bag of chips before Henrik's words ring through his head, reminding him to eat healthy for at least the first few months. Jackie, Chase and Jameson still slip him some chips or candy bars when Henrik, Marvin or Jacques aren't paying attention or home but still.
He sighs before grabbing the oatmeal. Hopefully he'll remember it on the stove.
-
Good news! He did, bad news, he's forgotten where the spoons are.
He remembered them yesterday he knows he did, he remembers that he grabbed them just, not from where.
So now here he is, opening and closing draws as he tries to remember where before freezing dead is his tracks.
He stares at the drawer filled with the knives.
He swears he can feel his body painfully and forcefully glitching again as he stares at them and for a moment he swears one of them is coated with red.
And he knows it's not real. He knows it's not because they've replaced them after that night.
He slams the drawer shut as he stumbles back and into the dinning room table as he gasps for breath.
It feels like there are stones in his stomach as his appetite vanishes as he desperately tries to ground himself but he just can't.
He can feel the cold metal opening his throat when he couldn't even twitch a muscle. And then his voice, oh god it sounds like it’s right in his ear.
”Look at you!“
Chase and Angus come home hours later to find him passed out under the dining room table.
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