Jack sat on the floor, injured hand resting against his good hand, tears streaming down his pale face, the poor boy's fear of blood kicking in. Curling into Jackie, he buried his face in her chest as he wept into her body. His hand looked to be in a bad way, blood trickling down his arm, the scalding tea having burnt some skin. Standing up with the help of a female guest, he sat on the sofa as a call was made for a private doctor.

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Nick and Neil began to laugh as the reality of the situation hit them. Chuckling, Nick smiled at her lightly. "We should swap you out for Jack, you know. You're a lot more natural then him, he's clunky and slow."