"You are even bleeding. How did you get such a large wound young man?" Hank rubbed his thumb against his forefinger, as if feeling the warmth of the freshly drawn blood while posing a question which screamed complete opposition to his actions.
Jax didn't know how to respond to this man's psychotic questions.
After all, he wasn't a masochist to speak to the latter as if they were just chatting about the weather while he was being inflicted with pain.
"Tell me Jax, if you keep mum about your own grievances like this, how will I be able to help you? After all, I'm your only FRIEND in here, after our 'mutual friend' left us to fend for ourselves in this cruel world," Hank said to him with so much passion in his voice, that Jax would have really believed that he was completely mistaking Hank for a big bad guy, if not for that lunatic smile that wouldn't leave the latter's lips.
Jax felt the irony while listening to Hank's words. Was he suggesting that he should be 'FRIENDS' with the rougish man and his minions now? Was this how one should befriend a person?
There should be a limit to one's hypocrisy, yet it seemed that this nut job didn't even know the meaning of the word 'limit'.
On the other hand, Hank got impatient after waiting for two full minutes for an answer from Jax, thus he grabbed the very wounded hand of the latter again, and squeezed it considerably hard to get his much deserved attention.
He wanted a reaction from the young man. Any reaction other than his frowning eyebrows or ignorant glances.
Hank even anticipated a slight cry of pain from the latter, yet he was only left feeling disappointed as Jax only frowned his eyebrows deeper while his mouth was clamped shut as if it was sealed with the strongest adhesive, one could find on earth.
This infuriated the man to the point that he felt like crushing the indifferent young man's hand. But he refrained from doing so in the last minute, he was not aiming to scare or kill the ignorant being in front of him.
He wanted something very simple in his terms of thinking.
He wanted Jax to follow him.
After all, he was a human that found happiness in claiming control over situations whichever he poked his head into.
Hank continued to look at Jax with the same unfaltered smile on his lips, as if waiting for his answer like he had all the time in the world.
It was as clear as the day that he wouldn't leave the young man until he got the kind of response he wanted, even though the latter seemed to collapse in the next moment from over exerting himself for too long.
"I've pulled my IV drip's needle in the infirmary earlier," Jax could only answer him eventually....
"Why did you do that? Do you hate staying in infirmary so much that you have to hurt yourself and get thrown out of there? Don't you want to rest anymore?" Hank posted several questions in succession as if they were playing a rapid fire round in some reality show.
And Jax could only blame himself from leaving the word 'accidentally' in his answer to him earlier, which led to this weird conjecture from Hank.
However, he didn't have any plans to correct his words, as he stared at his recipient with a blank face, making it hard for his opponents to understand his thoughts.
Meanwhile, upon seeing such defiant attitude, egged Hank even more. His face darkened at the sight of complete disobedience from the young man, who didn't even step into the world by the time the former committed his first crime.
For Jax though, Hank was a human with some superiority complex disorder, who wanted people whom he considered as weak to follow him like some head less chickens.
After all, humans liked it when someone weaker followed them, because it would make them feel at ease and at control.
However, Jax didn't have any intentions to fulfill that weird intention of this crackpot. He just wanted some peace in his already beyond repair life. In his opinion, it was not so much to wish for.
Thus Jax could only stay silent while thinking of a way out of this cursed encounter with this lunatic. He needed to escape this charade and spend some valuable napping time to rest his now spinning head before meal time.
He was already frustrated about his throbbing head, yet he had to bump into this d*ck head who seemed to be hell bent on bugging him now of all times.
While Jax was trying to keep his calm and endure the pain in his head as he thought about escaping Hank's clutches, the antagonist of his situation squeezed his hand tighter as if he was trying to gain the latter's attention as he spoke.
"Since you are not going to speak about the infirmary, why don't you tell me something about the dark room instead? I would love to hear about it, as I've not been there."
That's it.
Sometimes, your rationality could never win against your impulsiveness.
And this time, Hank got successful in eliciting a different reaction from Jax as the latter's eyes narrowed in irritation before he bit out his response in slow but clear words.
"If you really want to know about the dark room, why don't you go there yourself?"
Hank quirked up an eyebrow slightly after hearing Jax's words.
On the other hand, all Jax wanted now was to get rid of this lunatic as soon as possible.
Everyone, including his underlings, thought that Hank would flip upon hearing Jax's defiant answer, but to everyone's astonishment, Hank's face lit up with a satisfied smile in the next second which prompted Jax to be on full alert.
That smile would never be a good sign for him.
What did this lunatic cooking in his mind now?
With a harmless smile on his lips, Hank spoke with sugar at the tip of his tongue and a dagger behind his every single word. "You have such a way with words, Jax, I wonder if you will be as clever when I have your tongue ripped from your throat."