A Sweet Tooth For You(Kevin x Streber)

Chapter 54: Streber

As I left McDonalds, fries and Sprite in hand, I decided to visit Kevin in the candy shop. It would be amazing to see him. I had so much to tell him about the haunted house.
As I headed over there, I caught a glimpse of a couple kids with a Happy Fella. I recognized one of them. His name was Skid. Kevin babysits him sometimes. I saw remnants of gum and blood on the doll. Odd.
I tried not to pay much mind to it as I approached the Candy Club. I opened the door enthusiastically. "Hi, Kev-" My smile faded once I saw Kevin sitting by the back door, blood surrounding his knee.
"Oh my god, are you okay, Kevin?!" I rushed over to him and sat beside him. "What happened?!"
"I'm fine, Streb...I was stabbed in the knee..." He said calmly.
"Those things do not go hand in hand and you know it!" I exclaimed, in a panicked voice. "I-I'm going to call an ambulance, okay?" I said, shaky.
Kevin softly smiled. "Alright..." He grabbed my hand. "How was the haunted house?" he asked.
"I-I'll tell you about it later..." Why was he so calm about this? He was probably in agonizing pain! I'll kill whoever hurt him.
I pulled out my phone and dialed 911.
"911, what's your emergency?" A woman asked.
"H-hey...uh..my boyfriend was just attacked, he has a stab wound on his leg." I shakily explained.
"Alright, did you see the attacker?"
"No, I got here after the attacker had left."
"Alright, sir, where's 'here'?" She asked.
"The Candy Club, [insert address]."
"Alright, sir, please try to calm down, we're sending an ambulance. Apply pressure to the wound so we can avoid losing too much blood."
"Alright, thank you, ma'am..." I thanked her before hanging up.
I turned back to Kevin. "Who did this to you...?"
Kevin smiled and weakly chuckled. "You wouldn't believe me..."
"Kev, of course I'll believe you..." I said as I grabbed a rag to put on his leg. "Who hurt you...?"
Kevin sighed. "A Happy Fella doll."
I laughed a little. "Seriously, who stabbed you?"
"A Happy Fella doll!" He sounded slightly irritated.
I stopped. "You're not joking?"
"No, I was stabbed by a Happy Fella."
I remembered the Happy Fella Skid had been carrying when I was walking. With gum and blood all over it. It had to have been that one.
I placed the towel on Kevin's leg, which he flinched at when it first touched his leg.
"Hey, honey, it'll be okay...we just have to make sure you don't lose too much blood..." My voice was still shaky.
Why can't I just be a good boyfriend? Why can't I protect Kevin from harm? I've never really been there to keep him safe. In June, he was nearly shot, and where was I? I had just left the store 10 minutes earlier! If I had only stayed, I could have defended him!
I felt tears in my eyes. Kevin seemed to notice.
"H-Hey, Streber, I'll be fine! I'll just need a few stitches. Don't worry." He was holding my hand.
"I-It's not that, I..." I couldn't finish the sentence.
Kevin looked at me with a mix of sadness and concern. "What's wrong, Streb?"
I looked at him, saddened. "I..."
He sighed. "We can talk about it later if you want..." He offered a hug.
I let myself melt in his arms. I was so glad there weren't any customers there.