Mark frowned, " I'm so sorry". jack smiled at mark, "it's fine" he said smiling weakly before his legs gave out and fell into mark's arms.

Mark fell back with Jack on top of him, "what happened there, Jackaboy?". jack giggled a bit, "i guess, my legs gave out on me" he said smiling not noticing that mark wasn't smiling.

Mark frowned, "are you okay?". "yes, mark i'm ok" jack said but he could see mark doesn't believe him.

Mark looked at Jack with pure worry, he felt like Jack was lying. jack saw the worry in mark's eyes and sighed but didn't say anything.

Mark kissed Jack's forehead softly, "I just want to help you feel better,.." "I know" jack said. "my side does hurt badly" he mutters loud even for mark to hear.

Mark frowned, "I'm really sorry, I have some painkillers at my house..." Mark frowned, "I'm really sorry, I have some painkillers at my house..."

"ok" jack said. "but can you carry me since my legs to weak to move" he asked nicely. Mark smiled, "Sure" He grabbed Jack and stood up, carrying Jack with him, he put Jack in his back, giving him a piggy back ride as he walked home with Jack on his back.

they soon got to mark's house and mark opened the door and walked inside with jack on his back. Mark walked to the kitchen and poured a cup of water, he then walked to his room and set Jack on the bed. He walked to the bathroom in his room and grabbed the painkillers, handing them to Jack.

jack took the painkillers and smiled softly at mark. Mark smiled back at Jack, he then looked over to his desk and saw the drawing of Jack's eyes that his brother ripped, on the floor, making Mark blush.

jack saw mark blush and looked to see what he was looking at, "what that's?" he asked pointing at the ripped up drawing. Mark blushed worse, "It's uh... I-I... I might've... sorta...kinda ... maybe ... drew your... eyes...?" It sounded more like a question than a statement when Mark said it. Mark's face was now red.