Something, a webseries

Connor had tried his guest to keep his guest in decent condition. The clock read that five hours had passed, and the sun was already coming up but he had not closed his eyes for more than a few minutes since the day before the previous. Connor had removed the man's trench coat and ripped his bloodied T-shirt in order to see exactly what injuries he had been dealt. Fortunately apart from a couple of scrapes and cuts, the only real injury was the hole in the back of his neck which Connor had closed up with part of the man's shirt. The man kept going in and out of consciousness and his breathing would not normalise (as much as a chain smoker's breathing could, anyway) so Connor decided on babysitting all morning.             His phone had rang a couple of times before, but only just felt confident enough to leave the man be for a while. Connor got up and slowly made his way to his office in the back and checked his phone. It ran...

            Jacks was walking down towards the kitchen for breakfast. He was in no mood to be awake, he had had a great dream where he and Bridget had spent the entire day together; talking, laughing, kissing and sleeping. He had woken with the hopes of watching her sleep for a bit before making his way to the kitchen and making breakfast.             Instead he woke alone but still had to go the kitchen for breakfast. He was so deep in thought he barely noticed Ian and Danny looking at wedding china.   “I quite like the dragon pattern,” said Ian.   “Of course you would, but no, we’re not getting that,”   “What about the puppies?” asked Jacks as he poured himself a cup of juice.   “No,” said both Danny and Ian in unison.   “Well, at least you agree on that,” he said and started on his breakfast.   “What about the griffins?” asked ...