Eyeless Jack leaned back, taking a look at your now bandaged torso, making sure he wrapped you up well.

You had just come back from a particularly difficult mission with a couple other of the Creepypastas. You had come back to the mansion in a bad state, having been stabbed in the torso.

"How do you feel?" He asked you, his voice rough and gravelly. You could see his sharp teeth poking from his grey-blue lips as he spoke. "Any pain?"