A while later, after making his usual rounds of just walking around and avoiding the health professionals (unless absolutely necessary), Vinzent found himself at the ward again. Where Jack was. While Vinzent remembers Jack’s true name, he was still used to that nickname, so…
The fact that Jack would be still alive wasn’t really a question, given the circumstances, Vinzent was sure the wanderer would manage fine.
However, finding him unconscious in a hospital bed was anything but expected. Is… Is this how Vinzent was unconscious himself for quite a few days, years ago? Helpless?
… He’s not sure what he has really in common with Jack, except the grim facts maybe. It feels like they’re in different worlds. But maybe, there might be more. Who knows.
So, Vinzent sits in front of the bed, pondering on what Jack would say to him currently if he saw his injuries. While knowing that the wanderer is not likely to wake up anytime soon. …Yet? Vinzent was simply content to sit and reflect on his previous interactions with said man. Perhaps the most surprising fact of all things is finding out Jack’s younger than Vinzent himself thanks to the information Abel gave him a while ago, when asked.
So young and yet… There must have been so much f-cked up sh-t that happened in Jack’s life for him to get to that point, and yet some of his behavior could still be attributed to his young age… Hm.
Here goes nothing.
“… I wonder a lot of things about you. Even as I’ve learned a good bunch of stuff about you… But even so, I can tell you’ve had it rough. A lot more than I thought. I wonder… If I wasn’t so careful, if I was more… Or rather, less self preserving, would I have understood you better earlier? Or would it not change…?”
Vinzent was still not fond of the comatose man, but he still felt some pity about him. But, on the other hand, if Jack was awake, he’d brush it off, no? Who knows at this point.
Vinzent’s own thoughts are the only thing occupying his mind.
