Jeff the killer x male!reader

CH. 27

"Do you have any sewing medical equipment? I can stich it up myself." He grunted. "Yeah I do but you should take a shower first, you bled through your bandages. I'll find some fresh clothes for you, the medkit is under the sink."

"'kay, thanks." He slowly got up and dragged himself to your bathroom slowly, trying his best to not practically bleed all over your floors.

Jeff's POV:

I finally dragged myself over to the bathroom, collapsing next to the sink and quickly taking out the medical kit. Y/N came in soon after me, dropping some clothes onto the side. I was leaning against the bathtub again, rummaging through the kit.

"Are you gonna be fine?" He asked with a blank expression. "Yeah, do you mind just holding the skin together so I can sew it better?" I asked, noticing him visually cringe while crouching to my side and doing as I asked.

While I was stitching up the still bloody wound I could feel his hands trembling, one of them twitched slightly, catching me off guard and making me stap the needle too far into the wound.

"Shit-" I grunted as Y/N practically snapped his neck while trying to see what happened. "Ah- fucking shit, godamnit." The sting of the wound was nearly unbearable as I leaned to the side, resting my head in my arm that was resting over the bath's edge.

"Oh shit- uh are you okay?!" Y/N panics leaning forward to look at my face. "Yeah- yeah i'm fine.. It's fine, give it a minute" I took a big inhale and looked back, fixing his hand's position to hold the torn skin better in place.

"Have firm hands, don't move them again that hurt like a bitch" I gripped their wrist tightly as a warning before letting go and continuing to fix my wound up. "Yeah yeah, consider it payback for that random ass attack like weeks ago." He glared daggers at me.

About an hour was wasted in that little bathroom, we were both extremely inexperienced in medical fields but there was no other choice. My skin was already pretty numbed out so aside from that accident there weren't many issues.

The wound was fixed up and I got changed into some new clothes so now me and Y/N were just laying around, there was nothing to do. He was on his laptop, writing away, the soft tapping of the keyboard was the only thing heard through the room.

back to 2nd person POV: (They keep switching between 2nd and 3rd help me lord)

You were laying around, looking through any reports to see if the ugly ass rake thing was spotted around the city anywhere. There were no results other than gardening tool ads.

You brushed your laptop to the side and turned to face your pillow, hugging it from exhaustion. Your eyes felt heavy and in a matter of seconds you were out like a light.

Snores caught Jeff's attention as he looked up at you again. He was sitting next to your bed, sneaking glances while you worked away, just a minute ago you seemed full of energy. Sure you nearly threw up because you weren't used to seeing fresh wounds and providing medical care but who gives a shit.

Well certainly not Y/N, that man pulled through with every deal he ever made with Jeff, making sure he was well hidden while Jeff also kept his part of the deal and didn't threaten to commit mass murder upon Y/N's family.