Jeremike-You're Different than the others

Chapter 20: Never Lie to Mike

Mike's POV

What Jeremy was saying made my blood run ice cold. Well it was either his words or the fact that now the blood on my face was making me uncomfortable, it was probably staining my dark brown hair red. I slowly walked over to Jeremy, kneeling down a bit so I could try to comfort him. He was currently sitting on the ground, leaning against a wall. He was shaking a ton, more than the time Mangle attacked us. Tears and blood covered his face, along with a few faint bruises. His hair was all over the place, sticking up in random places showing the scar below his eye. That was the scar I saw the second day I worked with him. Damn that felt like forever ago.

"Jeremy?" His eyes were burning into mine, even if they were filled with tears. I felt my heart break as he responded, "M-Mike, this is a-all my fault! I s-should have been paying a-attention instead of thinking o-of her!" My heart skipped a beat. I hoped that 'her' didn't refer to a girlfriend. Wait, why would I care if it was a girlfriend? Oh, oh do not fucking tell me!

I knelt down so I was eye level with Jeremy, hoping to get him out of here as soon as possible. Screw the night shift; we are going to die if we don't get ourselves patched up! I moved his brown hair back a bit so I could see his face clearly. He spoke much louder this time. "M-Mike! What a-are you doing? Please, l-leave before you g-get k-killed!" I grabbed Jeremy's shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. He let out an audible gasp, and then he let his arms drop to the ground. I heard more sobbing and hiccuping come from him, so I rubbed circles into his back with one hand and used the other to slowly pet his hair. He must be scared half to death right now; I really wished I could help him more. I knew he was jumpy and getting injured but, I assumed it was just school bullies from the past. That or he is just hella clumsy, which was my other main guess. I tried to comfort Jeremy like he did that one night I had that terrible nightmare, also remembering what my mother would do to help me calm down. Those were some of the best days of my life, but they were taken away.

"Shh Jeremy. It wasn't your fault; I forgot to tell you how dangerous this night is. I'm so sorry." The sobbing was echoing throughout the room, making it seem like a depressing place. Well, more than it already was. I noticed a bit of blood on my hand, probably coming from Jeremy's wounds. He was going to pass out at this rate if I didn't do something soon. I wrapped my other arm around his back, slowly pulling him to his feet. I heard Jeremy let out a small whimper; he must be in more pain than me. It's not like I was doing any better truthfully, my vision was getting blurry ever so slowly. I helped him limp into the employee's only room, hoping that the animatronics were thinking we were dead and leave us the fuck alone. I locked the door behind us just to be sure. The room was dimly lit thanks to the shitty power this place had. I walked over to a bunch they had and helped Jeremy sit, leaving to grab the first aid kit from the back of the room. When I returned Jeremy had stopped sobbing and just had a few traces of tears on his face. I sat down on the bench and then did something a tad awkward. I moved Jeremy so he was sort of in my lap, just so it would be easier to fix him up. I felt my face heat up the slightest; Jeremy however looked like he was blushing fifty shades of red. I gave a slight chuckle at his reaction. I looked over some of the wounds on his face and such. He remained quiet expect for one time I looked at a side of his face.

"Mike?"

"Yes?"

"Did you g-get hurt d-during the a-attack?"

"That doesn't matter. You looked like you went through hell and back." Jeremy pouted and replied.

"Well t-that's rude. You s-still didn't answer my question" I focused on cleaning a huge scratch on his cheek as I answered. God I hoped he didn't pry me.

"...Yes I did. However I can take it, you look like you're about to pass out." He moved slightly, making me have to move in the same direction.

"Well c-could I at least patch y-you up?" I was pretty surprised by that. As much as I wanted him to feel wanted I could do it myself. Maybe I would just have him patch up my shoulder; it was hurt pretty badly but, not as bad as the other wounds. I sighed and began to see if there were any other wounds. There was a pretty obvious one near his rib cage so I knew he was going to have to take his shirt off if I wanted to look it over. As I rummaged through the first aid kit I commanded Jeremy to take his shirt off.