Human Again (A Jeff the Killer story)

39. Bad luck

Hi guys! Sorry for this late update, I've been visiting a big city with my friends for days and it was so cool :)
Anyway I hope you'll like this chapter! Poor Peter, he has a very bad luck.
Enjoy,
Xx

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Emilie's pov

When I enter the house, all I can hear is Peter's faint screams. I already knew that something was wrong, as he didn't come to take me back home after work and as he didn't reply to the phone. But I couldn't have guessed that he was in that state. Lying on the carpet, screaming my name and crying, suffering like hell with a stab in the shoulder. I run to him and take a look at his stab. He has already lost too much blood and the carpet is now all red.  My heart stops when I understand what's happening in front of me: He is dying. I run to the bathroom upstairs and grab the first aid kit before going back to him. During all the process he's been screaming my name again and again, which makes me worried.

"You need to be quiet, Peter! Or else you're going to die!" I scream to him while crying. He seems to understand and stay quiet, while I'm trying to be focused. I need to be, or else I won't be able to stop the bleeding.

After some efforts, I manage to put a bandage around his shoulder and stop the bleeding. But he's still breathing so fast and sweating, that I'm still worried and scared for his life.

"Peter, we're going to the hospital right now." I try to take him in my arms but he pushes me away.

"No..." He tries to speak but it only seems to cause him more pain. "We...we can't...ID"

It takes me some seconds before understanding what he means. He doesn't want to go to the hospital because we're using fake identities, so it's too dangerous. But still...I can't let him die here.

"I'm...okay." He tries to sit up but it hurts him even more. "Help me go to the..bed. And I'll rest...okay?"

I help him go to the bedroom and lay on the bed. Blood's now on the stairs and in the corridors, but he seems better than before. I think the bandage's helping a lot. When I lay him, he seems ready to collapse and fall asleep or unconscious. But I won't let him, I need answers. Who did that to him? Even if I have an idea of who it was, I need his testimony. I need to hear it from his mouth.

"Peter? May I ask you something?" I caress his face to relax him a little. I'll do anything I can to help him.
He nods and I continue. "Was it...Jeff? Do you know why?"

His face got serious again and he nods one more time.

"Why? What did he say to you? Why did he hurt you?" Tears are already clouding my eyes.

"He wanted to see you..And I guessed that..." He flinches at the pain, making it impossible to him to continue.

"Guessed what?"

"That he is..." He doesn't finish his sentence once again, because his face turned to normal to scared in one second. He looks at the window behind me, and I instantly turn around to see what caused him to be so scared so suddenly, but there's nothing. Peter is now shaking and I hug him to relax him. I know how he feels, I felt the same paranoia and fear a year ago.

"That he's what?" I ask him, curious of what he wanted to tell me. But he won't reply now, he's too focused on the window and he's still so scared. I sight, giving up.