3rd person

Jack let a few more tears fall down his face as Mark grabbed a bunch of napkins. Mark wasn't sure how to remove it and Jack saw his Masters struggle. Jack took a deep breath and grabbed the knife, he bit his lip and pulled the knife out of his hand. Blood splattered onto the white table cloth, Jack whimpered and pulled his hand toward him. Mark quickly grabbed Jack's wrist and wrapped the napkins around his hand. The blood soaked quickly into the napkins and Mark gently sat Jack down. "I-I'm so sorry M-Master.... I didn't m-mean to ruin your t-t-table cloth..." Jack said between sobs. He was very overwhelmed about what has happened the past nineteen minutes. Mark's eyes widened and he quickly replied "Kitten, I'm not worried about the table cloth...... I'm worried about you." Jack's eyes widened when he heard the last claim that left his Master's mouth. So far he's been treated like a piece of shit, so he was confused about the sudden burst of caring from his Master. Then it hit him like a bus, his Master doesn't like and or love him. He just got stabbed, of course Master's worried.... Jack swiftly pulled his hand away from his Master and quickly stood up. "Please excuse me... I need to wrap my hand with bandages...." He quickly walked away to the bathroom connected to his room he removed the napkins to see pouring blood. Jack ran it under some cold water and wiped away his tears.