Jason groaned quietly as you cleaned the huge gash on his chest, his eyes squeezing shut, "I-I'm sorry," He croaked out. He hated coming come like this, seeing you so worried about him, stressing you out. You were his friend, his roommate. He doesn't want you so stressed out over him.

The first time he'd come home like this you were trembling, now you were so nonchalant about this. It made him feel guilty, knowing that you had become desensitized to blood for him. Because of him.