7. Like flowers

Hunter knew he couldn't do anything, if the problem was the brain, and it obviously was, there is no CPR or anything he could do. He waited with his head on the youth's chest and nodded off. He was a patient himself and he exhausted all his strength.

As he came to himself Jack was already cold under him. "Damn it." He really thought they could be friends. 

"Is this some kind of curse?" He thought self-mockingly. He hadn't had a friend before, only rich aristocratic kids, who were too scared to talk to him. 

Ah, he hated himself and this stupid life, he thought that maybe this was the apocalypse and he kind of welcomed it to be honest, but not with a cast on his whole leg and not alone on the top floor of a hospital he couldn't leave. He thought he could go outside without bodyguards and without others looking at him like a monster, he could get himself a beard, then get a baseball bat and walk the streets and kill whoever, whenever. Not that he wanted to kill, just the kind of lawless society where he had the possibility.

But being half crippelt, surviving on liquid nutrient solution he found, and without a toilet or a shower or a goddamn razor- and yeah, he came to hate the beard and didn't want it anymore, it scratches like hell- this was not how he imagined his last days would be like. Now, he had a chance to go out with Jacks help, maybe gain a friend, observe the other people and see whats going on because, yes, he was fucking curious about the situation.

And now this bullshit. He propped himself up and looked at the metal thing. 

"This fucking eyesore!" and with a violent yank he yanked the metal pole out of Jack's head. 

He hadn't even looked at the metal pole in detail when he heard Jack sucking in a loud breath, Hunter was so scared that his body nearly jumped down the stairs

He stared at Jack and couldn't believe it, Jack stared pale, with wide eyes at the ceiling, taking rapid deep breaths. 

"How.....how is this possible?" He moved closer to Jack and laid his hand on his chest, his heartbeat drummed like crazy. He was back, even Hunter didn't notice how excited he was looking at this development. Then he saw the blood flowing out of Jacks head and his smile froze, he pressed his sweater on the wound and Jack cursed "Fuck that hurts, man!" But thankfully he didn't move. 

"Jack, you came back from the dead, how are you feeling?" He asked

"Dunno..." he paused and let his eyes wander, "What happened?"

"Are you serious?" Hunter asked in a bad tone.

"Yeah, what's going on, who are you?" 

"Do you remember who you are?"

Jack stared blankly at the ceiling again. "No, but why are such strong flowers here?" He looked back dizzily at Hunter.

"Flowers?" 

"Yeah it smells like flowers, I don't remember the name but we are indoors right? The smell is so strong and weird... wanna vomit....." And he vomited directly on his new red jogging suit.

Hunter wasn´t as averse against it as he thought he would be. He stared at Jack with a complicated gaze. Brain injuries can lead to every believable and unbelievable symptom, it was already a miracle that he came back from the dead, if it was only the smell of flowers he was blessed. 

But Hunter suddenly saw another detail. "Shit." Jacks left pupil was huge, he saw no blue-brown iris, but only black. He put his hand over Jacks left eye and said "Listen to me and keep your eye shut, you had a brain injury and your pupil on this eye is huge, it could damage your optic nerve if you keep it open."

Jack laughed hoarsely -who knows what about- and blacked out again.