~ Jack ~
Sinead had scooped up Rosemary in her arms, promptly stopping the bawling, she was now looking at Jack, one eyebrow raised, consulting him. She was ushering him along with her eyes, he sighed. "Fine, fine, I'm going to go and see that son of a -" he said, but his mother glared at him, "Not in front of your sisters!" she hissed. Jack rolled his mossy green eyes, "Technically they're not even my sisters...." he muttered then walked straight out of the room, not taking anyone wiht him, if Zylo so wished to hack off his arm, then Jack would put up a fight.
As he walked the small way to the shelter, he looked at his finger, now washed clean of blood by the rain, the nail almost came out the other side, he was just thankful it hadn't gone through the bone. He kept glancing at it self-consciously, hating the ugly spike of metal jabbed through it, he looked away and quickly yanked it out just as he got to the lean-to, the nail was bloody, as was his finger now, the nail had been stemming the flow, and Jack, not being a fore-thinker, had just pulled it straight out. His face was mangled in the pain as he went into the tent only to see a very smug, tall dark figure looming in the doorway as if waiting for him.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in," said the figure in a low, husky voice which sent shivers down Jack's spine. Zylo. "Having a bit of trouble sissy?" he asked, then looked at the finger, "D'ya get a little graze from all your pretty little carvings?" Jack glared, "I'm glad you like my work," he muttered and then explained, "No, I was fixing the roof," he said, through gritted teeth. "Oh dear, oh dear, is your little shambles of a house breaking again, under the weight of your mother no doubt," he said, chuckling slyly, Jack seemed confused, "Well she's probably pregnant again aint she? Always sleeping around with people," he muttering rolling his eyes. Jack was feeling more than angry, the fury which so rarely was shown in him boiling over as he slammed a fist into the other boys face. Well, he tried to, Zylo ducked out of the way. "Oh there there little un, don't want to break a nail do you?" Zylo commented nastily. A young woman came into the room, another who helped in this medical lean-to, Darna. "How've you bin keepin' Jack?" she said in her lovely, light tone. "Well he's been just fine, we're fixing up his finger right now Darna, thanks so much for keeping the lean-to in order," said Zylo, in a sickeningly handsome tone. You could see Darna practically melting at this, "he's such a charmer," she muttered to Jack whilst blushing, then she bustled off somewhere else. Jack really hated Zylo now, even more than before, though that was barely possible.
Zylo, now having to keep up the pretence in case Darna returned, was tending to Jack. You could see it paine dhim to do so. Jack however had not forgotten the unnecessary insults Zylo had thrown into the nix. As soon as the other boy was distracted in getting some bandage, Jack's fist flew into his face. He would never forgive Zylo now, what was left of any friendship was shattered, as was Zylo's nose. Jack grabbed the cloths, twisting it round his thumb and scarpered back home before Zylo could even mutter an obscenity.
As he stumbled into his own lean-to, grin plastered on his face, Jack realised it wasn't only his blood covering his hand, some had come from the other boy's nose. Jack went into the room, his mother was waiting expectantly, tapping her foot. "Did he patch you up?" she asked, and he brandished his banaged finger in reply.