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House and Jack
Jan. 20th, 2020 03:52 pmJack had lived a long time and had gotten hurt...and dead...many times. The worst part about it was when other people noticed.
Which was how he found himself escorted into the urgent clinic by an absolute giant of a security guard. He had a bloody rag wrapped around his hand and he looked infinitely annoyed.
They took him back and he kept the towel on it, knowing that the wound was already healed. All that was left was a shitload of blood.
He was about to sneak out of the exam room himself when the door opened.
In walked a man, slightly greying, tell tale limp. Phenomenal blue eyes.
Jack's heart may as well have stopped.
"Greg," he said under his breath.
Which was how he found himself escorted into the urgent clinic by an absolute giant of a security guard. He had a bloody rag wrapped around his hand and he looked infinitely annoyed.
They took him back and he kept the towel on it, knowing that the wound was already healed. All that was left was a shitload of blood.
He was about to sneak out of the exam room himself when the door opened.
In walked a man, slightly greying, tell tale limp. Phenomenal blue eyes.
Jack's heart may as well have stopped.
"Greg," he said under his breath.
