“I know it hurt,” she responded. “What happened, though? Actually, no. I’ll get you some water, and then you can tell me what happened. Because OW.” Summer lifted her eyebrows at the amount of blood. “That’s a nice trick you have there, though. Stands you in good stead.” Gods bless, he was rakishly handsome, with the blood on his face, and he clearly knew it.
She patted his shoulder, blocking some of the residual pain out for him before running off, red braid thumping against her back, to buy that water. Less several pounds and richer by two large bottles of water, she hurried back as fast as she could.
It wasn’t that he knew he was handsome, though he knew that just as well as he knew he could flash a grin and get something he wanted or needed. Jack was leaned against the wall, his head raised. Eyes closed. God, even with the touch, even with the fact that the pain was iced a little bit, it still hurt. When she came back, he flashed that smile again and took one of the bottles, cracking it open and pulling some into his mouth, only enough to swish it around before spitting out pink-tinted water. He did it a second time for safe measure before wetting his hand and rubbing his face before taking a long drink.
“God, that’s better,” he let out with a hefty sigh, taking another considerably smaller drink before he let out a sigh through his nostrils. Then he realised she’d wanted him to tell her what had happened. “Erh… Well…” He thought of the best way to wording it before just letting out a sigh and taking another drink, pushing himself to stand, “simplest explanation is that I was jumped, in a sense.” He rubbed the sore skin of his neck and let out a slow breath through his nose before adding, “it’s hardly a trick. More like a… Well, gift, I guess.”
“Uhuh,” Summer said dryly. “Just like mine is a gift.” She looked up at him. “The way you say it, gift means curse.” She took a long moment to see if she could find whomever had jumped him, and came up with nothing. All the minds she touched were as expected.
Folding her arms, she put her head to one side. “Now that you’ve tried to put me off with vagueness, suppose you give a little more detail. Either you killed whatever ‘jumped’ you, or it wasn’t human.”