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Jack bursts into the kitchen. I'm sitting on a stool by the island and Atticus is making bacon.

"Ellana! I have to tell you something!"

Atticus and I exchange glances. "What do you need to say?"

He jogs over to me, leaning on the counter. "I tore a portal that was in my washing machine!"

I furrow my eyebrows. 

Atticus goes back to making bacon. He shakes his head.

I turn back to Jack who seems genuinely concerned. "You're telling me..."

"Yes?"

"That you ripped a portal..."

"Yes?"

"That was in your washing machine?"

Is he on drugs?

"Are you feeling okay?"

He replies, "It was actually the dryer-"

"That's not the point, here. Are you actually feeling okay?" I set the back of my hand on his forehead, ignoring the sparks.

"Yes?"

Doctor What's-his-face barges in. His eyes fall on Jack.

"Alpha." He bows his head.

"Ye-es?" Jack asks, a smirk tugging on the edge of his lips.

"I ask with respect that you come back to the infirmary, Master."

He laughs, "No, sir-ie." He salutes the doctor.

"Alpha-"

"Why was he in the infirmary?" I ask, rushing to catch Jack when he starts falling.

"Oh, dear." The doctor helps me hold Jack steady. "He's on laughing gas right now. I apologize, Luna."

"Why is he on laughing gas?"

"Because it's fucking amaz- ow! Who punched me?" Jack searches for the culprit.

"Nobody punched you, Master Jack. Luna, he is on laughing gas because he wanted to get his wisdom teeth removed."

"And he didn't tell me? I could've gotten this on video!"

"I'm guessing that's why he didn't tell you," Atticus says.

"Okay, that's fair. Can you bring some gauze over here, or are you not finished?"

"Yes, Luna. I can bring gauze over, if that is what you would like."

"Okay, great. Do that, then. I'll take care of Jack."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. His mouth is bleeding, so please hurry."

The doctor rushes out of the kitchen, and seconds later, I hear the front door close.

Jack mumbles incoherent words to himself. "Agh!" He spits out some blood onto the island. "Why am I dying?!"

"You're not dying."

"Yes, I am! Did you see that paint?! I'm not supposed to paint!"

Before I can respond he rocks back and forth. 

"Woah! Wo-ah! Why is the couch moving? Woah, there!"

"Jack, stop."

"I swear to the Moon Goddess, this ain't me!"

I place a hand on his shoulder and he jumps back, falling out of his chair. "Jack!" I rush to his side.

Atticus snickers in the background.

"Man, you gon' get ma' shorts all dusty."

"Are you okay."

"Do it."

"What?"

"Do it again."

"Do what-"

"Touch me!"

I raise and eyebrow, but slowly place my hand on his arm.

His eyes widen. "Woahhhh."

"What?"

"Baby girl, you're settin' my arm on fire."

I pull my hand away.

"Mamacita, wie hältst du diese Macht überhaupt?" (Mamacita, how do you even hold that power?) Then he laughs. "Man, I don't even know what I said, but it was awesome. I'm gonna... Du bist eine heiße Göttin..." (You are a hot goddess.)

I have no idea what he's saying, but Atticus bursts into laughter. I shake my head, pulling Jack up off the floor.

"Jack, you need to sit down."

"Woah... Dammit! I'm painting again!" His eyes grow wide once again. "Am I a vampire?"

"A vampire? No."

"Oh, Pferd, how will I live amongst these pilgrims when I myself, am one?" (Horse.)

"Okay, you need to calm down."

Atticus' face is red, so I know whatever Jack called me, must've been interesting. It sorta sounded like fat, but who knows?

"Calm down? I am perf- ohhh. Okay, then. I see." He throws his hands up in surrender. "You got me. I'm just gonna calmly sit down." He points to the counter. "Right here. Lower your guns. It's okay. I'm a vampire. That means I can't do anything, just so you know." He eyes something behind me. I turn around. Nothing is there except the fridge. "I know what you must be thinking. But, don't worry. I'm not armed." He sits on the counter cautiously. "Whew, they're gone now." He looks to me. "Hello, where did you come from? Are you from there kind?"

"Who-"

"That's okay. playing it safe, I like it. Don't worry. I won't tell."

He then jumps off the counter and bulldozes past me. He slides through the door, and he's gone. Well, we may have an issue.

"Ow!"

Never mind, we don't have an issue. I jog out to see what happened.

Jack is sitting on the table with a lamp shade on his head. 

"Um, Master Jack?" The Doctor peaks his head around the corner. "I brought some gauze."

Jack huffs, taking off his, erm hat. "What?"

"I brought-"

"Luna? He can't be trusted. Chain him!"

The doctor looks bewildered.

I walk over to him calmly and take the gauze. "Thank you, you may leave now."

"Yes, Luna." He walks out the front door closing it behind him.

"Man, you let the fugitive escape! Now what am I gonna tell my father?!"

"You can tell him it was all my fault." I turn around and walk calmly to Jack.

"Really?"

"Yup."

"Nah, I wou- What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you stalking towards me like you're the enemy."

"Because... I'm not the enemy."

"Oh, okay." He hops off the table and slides on the floor. That is, until he trips. "Damn, you! Fucking floor!"

I sit next to him. "Open wide."

"What? What does that mean?"

"Open up."

"I am not a five year old. You should be treating me with respect- agh! Whath ith thith?"

"It's gauze. It's gonna stop the bleeding."

He takes it out of his mouth. "What if I threw it at you?"

"Don't throw it at me."

Atticus walks out. "Just so you know, that bacon has been ready for a while. I was just preoccupied-"

"Bacon?" Jack scrambles to his feet.

"Yes, Jack, bacon. But, if you want some, you need to listen to your Luna."

I nod my head when Jack looks over to me. All hope vanishes from his eyes and he hangs his head. "I'm sorry, Luna. Will you forgive me?"

"Of course. But, now you need to put that back in your mouth, and you need to rest."

"What? Oh, boy." He frowns, but sticks the gauze into his mouth, allowing me to help him with the other one. "Thith thucks."

I nod. "I know. But, now it's time for nighty-night."

"Damn, you."

"Hey, that's not nice language."

"Thorry." He whispers, "Damn you," on the way up the stairs.

"I heard that."

"Thorry." He says it under his breath, again, and glances at me nervously. 

I shake my head. We reach the third floor in a couple minutes because every once and awhile he'd try to sneak away. But, eventually, we make it into his room, and I get him "tucked in".

"Goodnight, Luna."

"Goodnight, Jack. Stay in bed, or no bacon later."

He nods eagerly, and I shut off the light.

I hope he chokes on his gauze in his sleep.