Well, that was that. Jacob was pissed enough already, and with Ivy stalking off and Carolyn trying to fan the flames, he decided to let them handle it. Because [i]clearly[/i] he could do nothing right other than cause trouble. That this was the general opinion about him, Jacob had no doubt. Not even giving Carolyn a look, he walked off with his teeth clenched and returned to his room

/Jacob has left scenario 29

Scenario 30 (Open to passers-by): Phantoms

Jacob sat in his bed, prosthetic on the ground near one of the many ugly holes in the wall. He'd angrily thrown it off as soon as he got in, leaving yet another mark. He was sure he'd be paying for this-literally-down the line, but his temper was one of the many things he'd been losing control of. 

Grabbing at his stump angrily, Jacob tried to massage it, but to little avail. After all, there was almost no pain in the stump: rather, the pain was in the lower part of his leg-the part that was no longer there. [i]"It's called phantom pain, and many amputees suffer from it in some respect. There are...several theories as to the cause of it, but the results are the same: you feel pain in a limb you do not have. There are treatments involved, but they aren't panaceas. This....may be with you for a time to come, in addition to your other conditions. My apologies, Corporal Rockwell. I wish there was more we could do."[/i]

When he noticed his nails digging into the flesh just below his knee, Jacob forced himself to lay back and took a deep breath, grabbing the length of cloth he used for this and stuffing it in his mouth. Reaching over to the laptop next to him and turning on some music, he screamed through the cloth as the pain slowly started to fade. This wasn't a particularly rough episode, but he'd broken his mirror box after it failed to work a few times. He'd refused opioid and narcotic pain relievers, such as vicodin, when offered. Even now he didn't regret that much, though, because he always considered himself a serious risk factor for addiction.