Eyeless Jack was the one to give Jillian stitches with a first aid kit Ben found in the house. Since Jack knew how to repair a body after taking an organ from it, he was the only one for the task. This was difficult for him though, since he could not take any organs. Jeff was standing watch the whole time, knowing that Jack would be tempted. He made it clear that if Jack made any attempts to take anything from the girl, Jeff would not hesitate to stab his blade into his neck as he had done with Jane.
After Jack had finished, Jeff looked over the wound satisfied. Jillian was going to be sore for a couple days. Jeff considered taking her home, but he was unsure if the moving would do her any good. He weighed the options, knowing that if she was gone for no reason, her parents may become concerned. At the same time, moving her could decrease her current condition. He thought that perhaps he could just make it look like she was going through a rebellious stage. He settled on keeping her there for about two hours, and then he would bring her home and would keep watch over her to ensure that nothing went wrong.
As Jeff watched Jack, he thought about what Jane had said, when she called Jillian his girlfriend. This actually gave Jeff and insight as to why he had not been able to kill her. He remembered that before he killed, before the accident, he was capable of developing romantic feelings for other humans. Any type of attraction had not occurred since then, mainly because the feeling could easily over power it. I…like her? Jeff asked himself. He did not feel the need to kill the girl, and had protected her on many occasions. Perhaps, he was developing emotional ties to this human…
Jeff snapped back to reality as Eyeless Jack stood up, showing that he was finished. Although Jeff did not allow him to take any organs, he did let Jack lick his fingers clean of the girl's blood. He immediately did so, moaning slightly. Jeff tensed and felt extremely protective again, though there was not even any real danger. He turned to look at Jillian.
Her hair was a complete mess, and Jeff could only imagine what Jane had put her through before he got there or how much of a fight Jillian would have put up. The blood loss had caused her to become quite pale, almost as white as Jeff in fact. She was not put under anything while Jack was giving her stitches, but passed out about half way through it. She looked dead. The feeling inside Jeff stirred, thinking of all the possible ways he could kill her, but the image of the small child stopped it. Jeff wanted her to eat as soon as she got up. He had not been a normal human for a long time, and was by no means a doctor, but thought that that was best. He walked to the kitchen, where Ben was smoking a joint. Jeff opened the fridge and started making a sandwich.
"So…" Ben said, pulling the joint out of his mouth. "What's the deal with the girl?"
"She's asleep."
"Why are you so fucking protective of her? I saw Jane and what you did to her. Jane's a fighter, and your knife cut through her like paper. You must have been really fucking angry. What gives?"
"Just…just shut up, Ben." Jeff said. He was getting pissed.
Ben sneered. "You've got a crush." He laughed and took another drag off his joint. "Why else would you be so fucking possessive? Everyone else may be too stupid to see it, but your human part is getting stronger. Keep it up and you'll never be able to become a full-fledged demon like Slendy or the Rake."
Jeff felt his insanity clawing at him. "Hey…hey, Ben." He stuttered. "Remind me what happens when you have a….crush."
Ben thought for a moment. "How the hell should I know? We already know that it makes you a different kind of crazy."
Jeff did not respond to that and finished making the sandwich for Jillian. Then, he went back up the two flights of stairs.
Jillian's eyes were open, but she had not moved yet. "You're up." Jeff said.
Jillian turned to Jeff, who said those words with a smile on his face, not meaning the permanent one he wore. It was not insane or psychotic. It looked human, normal. Not a sneer, or a grin, just a simple smile. It was welcoming, like he was actually happy. Human happy…as opposed to serial killer happy…
"Is that food?" Jillian asked in a soft voice, though it was all she could get out.
"Yeah." Jeff sat on the bed next to her and handed her the sandwich. "I thought you would be hungry."
"Thank you."
Jeff watched as she slowly ate the sandwich. There was still a bad blood stain on the bed. Jeff made a mental note that he would change those as soon as he brought the girl home. He wanted to forget the whole thing had happened. The memory of it was unsettling to him. He also looked at her clothes, which were also covered in drying blood. He would have offered her some, but all his clothes were at the little cabin in the woods and he doubted that she would be able to maneuver herself into anything.
Maybe taking her home was a bad idea…She would barley be able to move. Her parents would ask and would find the cut. He could not just keep her here though. It was not safe, and Eyeless Jack was being pushed to his limits with her being there covered in blood. Jeff was not angry at him though. He was surprised Jack had not tried to take a kidney out of her. He'd make it all up to Jack later, make a kill and bring him the entire body.
He should also figure out a way to make up everything to Jillian. All this was happening because he could not stay away from her.
"Are you doing okay?" Jeff asked. He did not want to ask for fear that he would expose that he actually cared about her. He did ask, only because it was obvious that he did and he might as well start facing that.
"I guess." Jillian looked up at him and gave a halfhearted smile.
"They're not going to come after you anymore." He said, making eye contact with her through his greasing black hair. "I….I apologize for it."
"It's not your fault. You have no reason to apologize." Jillian began to try to sit up, and grunted from the repaired gash in her stomach.
Jeff's hand shot to hers. "Don't move, okay? You aren't in any condition for it. Just…just take it easy." Jeff's hand was resting on top of hers, and his fingers instinctively went between hers, like they belonged that way.
Jillian blushed when she felt Jeff's hand holding hers. "Oh…okay." She responded and slowly lowered herself back onto the bed. She developed goose bumps all over her body.
Jeff noticed. "You're cold. I'll get you a blanket." Then, he got up and left the room.
Softly, barely audible, Jillian spoke. "That's…not why…"
