While Jackson showered, Onin had managed to find enough clothes to properly cover the other. Clean boxers, a pair of shorts, and a t-shirt two sizes too large. He had laid those on the couch inand the living room for when Jackson decided he was finished showering.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Onin had phoned both the doctor and cleaner. The doctor arrived first; questioning what had happened and receiving an explanation. It had been a blatant lie. Onin simply admitted to having slipped and had an accident while getting frisky with a boyfriend. He had ‘forgotten’ to clean the table off after dinner, resulting in the stab wound from the fork. It wasn’t the smoothest lie, but the doctor accepted it nonetheless.<br/><br/>After Onins leg was taken care of, receiving several stitches and a bandage, the cleaning agent arrived. That took much longer than the doctor had, so by the time Jackson emerged, the lady was still knelt on the floor and trying to scrub away the blood and cum. She would be able to remove it after a while, as it wasn’t a first, but it would take several hours and a crap tone of bleach and soap.<br/><br/>Onin spent his time fixing up dinner. He cooked for all three of them, making sure the meal was nice and presentable. Onin fixed up a old favorite from back when life was good and the earth was still lush and full of life. He had made chicken and pesto grilled cheese with provolone substituted for the classic American cheese. That yellow crap never settled right on Onins stomach anyway.<br/><br/>On the side was fresh green beans, in whole stalks, and corn on the cob. Overall it was a nice, healthy meal with plenty of flavor. He wasn’t sure if Jackson would eat, as he knew that the other would more than likely try to starve himself after said attack. That wouldn’t fly, so Onin was prepared to force it down the others throat if necessary.