[I'm going to change the lines a little, but the situation remains the same]

"Holy shit..." Jax curses as he crouches down to his son's height, the older man's eyebrows furrowed in worry and guilt.

Now, it's just you, Jax and Abel in one of the school rooms, Gemma and Chibs waiting outside. Abel is...simply...silent.

Abel doesn't look at you, doesn't explain himself, just looks at the floor while his father holds his blood-stained wrist.

Jax turns to you, waiting for some support or for someone to break the silence that was nothing more than uncomfortable. "L-Love." His voice falters for a moment before he swallows hard. "Do you know anything about this? Why did he... did he... this?" Jax asked, clearly anxious. The more questions Jax made, more Abel shrugged his shoulders, even flinching sometimes when Jax grip got a bit tight, his fresh cut still hurting a little, the little one's gaze momentarily falling into his lunchbox.

It was happing so much, and so fast, and now this? Goddamn, Abel was just a child.