Mizo was pissed; Razer could plainly see that.

"Jak raced today," Mizo said evenly.

"He killed one of your associates, and he nearly killed you. If Shiv hadn't managed to shoot him down, I'd be down two racers."

Razer balled his fist. That supple tan body, those chiseled abs, that beautiful blonde hair, oh and the noises! He wasn't done with Jak yet, not nearly, but it seemed like he was on the verge of losing everything if he didn't do as Mizo asked.

Razer lit a cigarette, the tension making him crave nicotine. He took a deep drag.

"I'll fix this, once I'm finished with Jak."

Mizo slammed his fist on the table. Razer tried to hide his jump.

"You mean once you finish Jak off. Twice now, you've failed me to get rid of Jak.

Mizo leaned in close to Razer, a menacing snarl fixed upon his face.

"I'm giving you one last chance. No more fucking around. Got it?"

Razer blew smoke out of the side of his mouth, feigning indifference.

"Crystal clear." Razer rumbled.

Jak was still at the hospital. They had injected him with green eco to speed up his recovery. But it wasn't enough to cure them of their poison, the thing keeping them here. Nor could it cure Jak of the mental anguish he continued to suffer.

Jak was terrified to fall asleep. It felt like russian roulette whether he would have a dreamless sleep, or be plagued by nightmares. So far it had been 50/50 and Jak really wasn't liking his odds. Jak lay in bed fighting off sleep, terrified of the nightmares he might have, but also, so badly wanting to slip away from his current reality. In the end, sleep won, and Jak's heavy darkened eyes slipped close.

He was back in the alleyway. Shiv was pulling away from him, having already finished. Jak had blacked out during most of it. He tried to crawl away. His arms and legs shaking, his pants tangled around his ankles. A set of hands landed on his hips stopping him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Cutter murmured. He then began to push himself into his abused hole. Jak fell forward in defeat, having to endure another round.

Suddenly someone grabbed his head.

"I can't wait any longer." Edje said, dick hard and leaking in his other hand. He then used his thumb to pry open Jak's mouth and plunged his cock inside. Jak gagged.

"Watch your fucking teeth!" Edje snapped.

Jak couldn't do anything, too exhausted and hurt. He could only endure as Edje bucked into his mouth, causing him to repeatedly gag, forcing fresh tears to his eyes. From behind, Cutter grabbed his dick, pumping it roughly in his calloused hand. Jak moaned, overstimulated, and weary. His memory was hazy at that point, but he was certain Cutter came when he felt something hot hit his back. He definitely knew when Edje came, because it was hot and thick down his throat. Jak coughed and gagged, and Edje let go of him just in time for him to throw up. Bile and cum splashing on the cobblestone. He remembered them laughing, as everything went dark again.

Jak woke up gagging. His first instinct was to reach down his own throat and banish leftover semen still trapped inside him. A hand was suddenly on his arm, pulling it away.

"You're alright, you're alright." Jak heard Daxter call. Jak clenched his fist, putting his arm over his eyes, ashamed that Daxter had to see him like that. Jak let out a sigh.

"When are we getting out of here?" Jak asked.

"Soon… but um… I was going to wait for Keira to tell you more." Daxter replied.

Jak removed his arm from his face and shifted to look at Daxter.

"Wait to tell me what?"

"Well, we're all just concerned about you Jak… that is, what happened in the race earlier… how you almost… died." Daxter stammered.

Daxter swore under his breath, before sighing.

"Look, we talked about it with the doctors and they want to hold you here for 72 hours, and have you see a therapist."

"What?!" Jak exclaimed.

"Look, I'm sorry, Jak, but after, not only the race, but clawing yourself in the bathroom, we're just really worried about you."

"So you're just gunna leave me here? I don't need help! I'm fine!" Jak retaliated.

"No, you're not!" Daxter cried, tears welling in his eyes. Jak was silent, watching as Daxter quickly swiped the tears from his face.

"You're not fine," Daxter murmured.

"I'm so scared of losing you Jak, I did it once before, I can't do it again," More tears appeared in Daxter's eyes, he furiously wiped them again.

"I've done everything I can Jak, but it's still not enough. Even if it means you'll hate me forever, if there is a chance that this will help you, then we have to try."

Jak just stared at Daxter, he couldn't believe he was doing this, locking him up again. His own best friend, sending him away. Daxter was overreacting, he was fine! He didn't need help! He was a legendary hero, the son of a king, and hero's didn't need saving.

"I'm fine." Jak reiterated, before rolling over in bed, away from Daxter.

The next few hours went by in a blur, Keira came by with a doctor, who explained in further detail what would happen to him. He would basically be relegated to a small room with just a bed and toilet, and wouldn't be allowed out, except for meals and small windows of socialization.

"So, just like prison then." Jak said.

Kiera hiccuped on a sob at that. Jak felt bad for making her cry, but they were the one's locking him up, sending him away against his will.

Jak didn't say anything after that, then it was time to say goodbye. Kiera gave him a hug, and Daxter a pat on the arm, Jak didn't do anything: no hug back, no goodbye, no I love you. He felt completely numb, and continued to, as he was led away further into the hospital. He had nothing with him but a hospital gown and a few extra pairs of socks and underwear that Kiera had grabbed for him. He was led into the holding section of the psychiatric wing, and shown to his room. A sterile, white concrete room, with a white bed, white sheets, white pillow, and a small enclave with nothing but a white toilet and white sink. The doctor showed him the amenities, and the single bright red button on the wall by the door.

"If you have any problems, press this and a nurse will come immediately to help." The doctor explained. Then the door was shut and locked with a click.