You close the door behind you and sprint across the patio to see Jack sitting there. Of course you were right. 

“Oh my god...what the hell happened to you?” You place a hand over your mouth and jog over to him. His hoodie has large gashes and a few holes in it. The fabric has dark splotches everywhere, a clear sign of blood. The biggest thing is how part of the blue mask is chipped in the corner. Dark splatters of red are soaked into the concrete beneath him. 

“Took you long enough, what the hell were you doing?” Jack hissed.

“Not important.”

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"Are you going to tell me what happened?" You ask while cleaning off the flaky blood off of the fourth gash below his strong shoulder blades with a cool rag. His back muscles visibly tense before relaxing from the cold compress.  Jack had guided you through --with great detail--doing the first three. You don’t think you did so bad for your first time ever. You’d gotten nausea from the smell of blood and shredded flesh but soon built a tolerance the longer your around it. 

"I lost my temper and got...consequences for it.” Jack sighs. “I'm sorry for being impatient with you earlier." Jack apologizes and clasps his hands together as you pierce his skin with the needle starting to the right like you’d seen Lily (your sister) do. He grunts and leans forward a little with his elbows on his knees to pull away from the sensation.