Jack fell asleep shivering. Hermes, ignoring his painfully tingling nerves, picked up his once-apprentice and laid him in the hospital room chair. Jack moaned softly and curled into a ball, his head falling onto the chair arm.
His words hung in Hermes’s head like a death call. Your mark worked.
Hermes sat back on the edge of his bed and watched Jack twitch and shift through sleep. Was it worth it, Hermes? Was Jack turning ‘good’ again really worth ruining his life?
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