John Kramer imagines (book 2)

forgive me for what i have become

"I'm going home, John. I'm not doing this again." I looked at him, he crossed his arms. We had been going in circles for hours, he wanted me to start to make my own traps, but I was too scared to do it, I didn't even know what the hell I was doing half the time, I didn't feel clever enough. "Listen to me. You're smart. I've always trusted your choices as you have trusted mine. This is part of what I do. You know that." He told me, as I sighed deeply. "I can't do it, John. I'm scared I'll mess it up." He watched my eyes, "I know you won't." He whispered, as I looked down at my hands. "I'll be back in a few hours. Just think of something, start a blueprint. We can have a look through it when I'm back, okay?" He grabbed his jacket, before he left me alone. The door shut and I was left alone with my thoughts, it was already getting late and I couldn't even think. I didn't know what to do, I couldn't let him down, I had to try. As I went to go outside for some air, two men dressed in black suddenly tackled me to the ground, as they broke in. One of them pinned me to the wall, "Where is he?" I didn't recognise his voice. "He isn't here." I was trying so hard not to freak out, as they took a few things, the man stabbed me multiple times in my side, before running away. I looked down, seeing a lot of blood coming out of me, I slide down, as I held my hand against the stab wound, I pull off my jacket, as I put pressure on it, trying to stay calm.

My hands were covered in blood, I could barely see and I felt very dizzy. I had to stay awake, but John said he wouldn't be back yet, there was blood all over the ground, as I drag myself over to the table, I couldn't stand that great. I grab the phone, before I called him for help. "Y/n? Is everything alright?" I take a breath, "John, I need you.. please." I was struggling to stay awake, "What happened?" He asked. "I've been.. stabbed.. I'm bleeding.. help." I drop the phone, as I lay on my bed, I felt weak. Really weak. When I woke up next, I felt dizzy and a bit achy. I looked around, I didn't really know where I was. "John?" I look over, seeing he had his back to me, he was cleaning his hands. "Try not to move, darling. We don't want you to open the stitches back up." He told me, as I looked down, I was all wrapped up, I sighed. "Did you operate on me?" I frowned, as he turned to me. "I had to. You were about to die.. I found you bleeding all over the floor, I couldn't just stand there." He walked over to me, as he took my hand. "John, I didn't finish the trap." He kissed my knuckles. "Forget about it, sweetheart. You're injured and you need to heal. You're going to be just fine, I promise." I shut my eyes, as I felt sleepy. "Just relax, my darling. You're okay. I'm here for you."