I continued to zone in and out of consciousness multiple times, eyes fluttering every few moments for the past 5 hours.

"Come on Cassie, just rest hun, you're doing great" Mark kept whispering to me softly, holding my hand. He managed to successfully get rid of most of the blood, I wasn't feeling any better and I just couldn't quite hang in there, but he tried everything he could. Lilly walked in slowly, her footsteps echoing through the dimly lit basement. Marks tense grasp on my hand tightened.

"Markimoo" She muttered, making her way towards him.

"Haven't you done enough?! J-Just leave us be" Mark snapped suddenly. Her face contorted with anger as she slapped him.

"W-W-Where's Jack" I murmured weakly, my arm weakly trying to pull Mark back.

"Jack's not coming back until...well, a while, maybe Wednesday, I don't know. He's just so much fun to torment" She hissed back, taking notice of our viscous glares before flicking her hair and storming out. We both felt extremely helpless.

'What the f#ck is she doing with him?!'

I hugged Mark tightly and closed my eyes, beginning to freak out a little, breathing laboured. Mark hushed me softly, coaxing me to breathe.

"Cas, you need to rest, okay? We can't get out to help Jack, were j-just going to have to w-wait" Mark told me, trying to hide the tears stinging his eyes. I sat up and hugged him, slowly falling into a fitful rest on his shoulder.

TIME SKIP : WEDNESDAY, AROUND 3AM

I woke up a 3am to see Mark still up beside me, stroking Bonnie gently as he glanced over to me.

"Marki, why are you still up?" I asked tiredly, rubbing sore eyes.

"I was watching"

"Watching what?"

"You, to make sure your condition didn't get worse." He looked exhausted.

"I told you Mark, I'm fine, really" I laughed softly.

Days we'd been waiting. Days. Sometimes we'd hear screaming.

We'd pray it wasn't Jack.

The door at the top of the staircase slammed open, and muffled noises where heard as they walked down. My head shot up, watching cautiously with hopefulness. The two boys appeared holding Jack, but he was being carried bridal-style, his green coloured hair clearly visible as he hung limply.

'They've knocked him out'

He was thrown on the ground in front of us and the boys left wordlessly. Mark jumped to his feet and farted to Jack's side, I crawled on my good knee.

"Jack! Jackaboy!" Mark repeated, shaking him frantically with tears . I came up and examined him closely with worry and panic.

He had lacerations and bruising as well as what seemed to be wet hair. Jack started suddenly convulsing, coughing up water. We swiftly moved him onto his side and he spat out more water.

"They've almost completely drowned him-" I whispered angrily. Mark looked at Jack worriedly whole rubbing his back, assisting as Jack sat up slowly. "Thank god you're back" I whispered, softly grasping his hand as we moved him to the mattress.

"W-What did t-they d-do to y-y-you?" Jack asked hoarsely.

"Jack, please don't worry about me, please, we need to worry about you right now" I responded, wrapping him in a blanket.

"Jack you need to sleep" Mark whispers. Jack lifted the covers up.

"Can I have a hug?" Jack asked suddenly. Mark and I laughed and gave him a tight hug, before he pulled me away tightly with what little strength he had. "I h-have captured h-h-her! M-Mwahaha!" He giggled lightheartedly, trying to make it seem as if he was perfectly fine.

He pulled us both closer for another hug and we suddenly heard light snoring.

He was asleep, out like a light.