I've stitched up Jason a plenty full of times, tonight happened to be one of many. I always followed the same procedure on each cut or bruise he would get. Start off with taking my small stolen First Aid kit from the hospital out and cleaning him up then following with my quick stitching. I wasn't going to grow up to be a doctor or surgeon no, I knew how to treat him as if I was a nurse because inside the stolen First Aid Kit there were instructions and video links on how to do what. Who knew my hospital was a sort of training facility for new nurses, doctors and surgeons?
Tonight seemed like any other day he climbed threw my window asking for help, and I was right. But after all his gripes I started to notice 3 things that I would always do or started to notice.
1. Jason is a lot tougher than I thought. He's been threw hell and back countless times and yet, after all my useless fidgeting and fuck ups while try to fix him he just keeps a straight face. He can withstand a lot of pain for a guy his age.
2. Although I always do it just because, I would always hold his hand when I clean up his cuts with peroxide. That thing stings like a mother and every time I will tell him, "This is gonna hurt like hell." All he would do is look at me with a cocky and confused grin as if silently telling me, Oh please. Yet after his smirking grin would fade away I would hold onto his hand with my, usually free, left hand and sort of tell him that if he actually felt any pain in his black heart he could just let the tension out onto my hand. He usually never squeezed my hand too much, I guess he just did it to make me happy at my little action.
Lastly, 3. He seemed to always enjoy the heavy pain killers I would give him for the "pain." Although I somewhat know he didn't feel anything with his cold hearted exterior, I still gave it to him because why not? I mean, he already was a druggie and this would just let him go to sleep a lot faster than if he didn't take it. He also doesn't talk as much when he takes the pill, it's kinda nice without his smart ass mouth saying things that make me want to throw him out the window and pull him back inside. He was a confusing person I could say that. Now that I think about it, I don't even know if it's the drug that's shutting him up, maybe he's just tired?
The same routine goes on, after I stitch him up I clean up my little workplace and he eventually pulls me onto him where we both fall asleep. In the beginning I used to yell at him because I just stitched him up and he could be in pain, but one response a couple times ago just made me stop protesting and accept it. He once looked me straight in the eyes with the darkest shade of brown I could have have ever imagined, quietly holding onto my wrists and waist at the same time and said, "Serah, cmon look at me... Does it really look like I'm in any pain?"
After that the routine just went on, he closely held onto me and we both fall asleep on the couch. The thing he always does that I kinda wished he didn't was leave early enough in the morning so that when I wake up, he's not there. For some reason I've always wanted him to be there when I woke up. It was this odd desire that never happened.
But yeah, so far the routine tonight has been the same. As I'm currently laying against his chest I started to think about all the past times he showed up at my window, slouched over, covering one area somewhere on his upper or lower chest that happened to be drenched in blood. As I fell asleep, thinking about all these past times and routines I didn't notice my dream was so fast, but for a reason because something woke me up.
I slowly opened my eyes and in the very lightly light dark room of mine, I saw a tall figure silently putting a shirt over their head.
"J-Jason?..." I said quietly without thinking. The tall figure quickly turned around to look down at me. I couldn't see their face, and that's when I started to think I messed up. What if that wasn't Jason and I just confused the hell out of the person in front of me. Oh how I silently prayed but my overthinking seemed to be a little too much.
"Go back to bed baby girl, don't worry." Jason has silently said with a little raspy tone in his voice. He leaned down to my level so I could somewhat see his face in the darkness of my room. He seemed different in the dark, not as scary as I would have imagined him. Jason can scare me sometimes with how aggressive and demanding he can be but tonight, it was like he was different.
I somehow started talking for myself, I didn't think about what I was going to say before I said it. I don't know if that was gonna screw me over at the time but what ever, I'm tired, confused and want to go back to bed. "You're leaving?..." I stupidly said.
"Heh, yeah I need to go somewhere. I was hoping I wouldn't wake you.."
"Do you have to go?.." I sounded like a little kid by this time. I embarrassed myself but I think he actually find it cute. I can be an awkward idiot around him sometimes and this was one of those times.
"I kinda do have to go baby girl... Need to go get something done."
"No..." I stretched out my hand into the dark and was able to grab onto his shoulder with the little strength my tired self had, "Please stay with me..."
I was embarrassing right then and there, I was practically begging for him to stay with me tonight. But at this moment, did I really care? No, not really. All I wanted was to continue hugging him as I fell asleep.
He didn't answer for a while, I guess he was thinking his next move? He obviously was because in one quick motion he lifted me off the couch and slowly moved over to my bed, trying not to run into anything and make a sound. He laid me under the covers and silently joined in after me to wrap his arms around my tiny little body, pulling me closer to him. His chin rested almost perfectly over my head when he got comfortable.
"Goodnight baby girl..."
I didn't answer with words, but with a silent murmur of "mhm." Is that considered a word? It's more like a noise... Oh what ever, the point is that after my little noise I just fell asleep being the tiny little spoon I was. I didn't mind it one but, I actually felt safe around Jason. Yeah he can sometimes be mean and pushy but other times, I think he actually cares about me. Who would have thought? The cold hearted bad ass of the city actually had a soft spot for this petit girl that wanted to get into all sorts of trouble? I didn't even see that one coming.
