I Swear I'm Not Insane (Jeremike)

A Light is Sparked

He could feel the liquid slowly making its distance towards the floor underneath, resting in a puddle of his own blood on the worn, wooden planks.

Groaning, Vincent slowly lifted his head off the worn floor, not bothering to wipe the blood from his eyes. He lifted himself from the ground cautiously, still wary that he may have damaged more than he had intended.

"Motherfucker..." He whispered in anger, his voice dreadfully raspy as he glanced towards the clock on the opposite side of the room, clutching his head.

Had being unconscious for almost three hours, Vincent growled lowly as he remembered Fritz's previous actions, and what this would mean for punishment.

He was starting to grow quite tired of the younger male's actions towards him, almost treating him as if he was a lower level of some sort.

He walked back towards his desk in a disgruntled manner, sitting himself back down in his chair as he leaned back slightly. There was no point as to trying to find where Fritz was now, it wasn't as if he had many options to run to.

But what did bother him the most was the fact was how he had the courage to actually do something like that. Usually anyone working under Vincent's prying eye would have the common sense to keep their actions to a minimum. However, that just meant he would have to force his way through this, and use Fritz as a puppet until he finds the decency to do what Vincent instructs him.

In all honesty, said male couldn't even remember the last time he had a companion who would comply to his every needs and never question it. He only ever had one of those in his long career and never really appreciated that time enough when he had the chance.

Dusk had started to fall, releasing the room into a state of darkness and a slight cold breeze started to pass through. He found it strange at how it almost reminded himself of what times once were.

Just him and Jeremy.

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The young night-watch was beginning to worry at the sight set before him, not sure whether or not the simple act of a first-aid kit would be enough to help relive some of the pain present in Mike's face. However, by the amount the security guard was hissing with anger every time Jeremy attempted to clean the gashes, he could tell this was going to be a long process.

He had managed to drag Mike towards the office chair, placing him upright and turning him towards his face. Mike was barely conscious, but was surely awake and aware of the situation.

"Sorry...just try and hold still for a few more minutes." Mike grumbled a reply but did as he was told, attempting not to flinch away from Jeremy's hands.

"It's not as bad as I initially thought Mike...it's just a bit of blood loss and you just passed out from shock is all. I think it'll be fine once it's all cleaned and bandaged."

"Still hurts like a bitch though." He retorted quietly, still managing to regain his strength back.

"Every cut is going to hurt Mike no matter what." Jeremy brought a bottle of disinfectant from the small box beside him. "This may hurt...just warning you now."

He poured a slight amount of the liquid into a cloth rag and dabbed it gently on the right side on Mike's face, causing him to jump at the contact.

"S-Sorry..." Jeremy trailed off, leaning over to peer at the other side of his face. "This side isn't as bad. I think it'll only need a clean and it should be fine."

Mike staring down at the floor, seeing his disfigured reflection in the damaged and broken tiles. "Mike..." his attention was caught by the young male giving an anxious expression.