"[Y/N]— what the fuck happened?" You hear Jack swear loudly as he comes across your injured, frail self on the kitchen floor. As he kneels besides you, you explain to him that, when moving a large, glass vase into the kitchen, you'd somehow tripped and fell. That the vase shattered into pieces, and the biggest shard managed to cut through your shirt and your skin. Now, blood quickly pours from the deep gash, staining your clothing as you sit against the wall. You're already lightheaded.