Taken. Jeff The Killer X Reader. Dark Story By RoverRose

Chapter 63: Mixed Signals

This chapter contains vulgar language an slight gore!

be prepared!

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"Fine, you want to know who tended to your wounds so badly? I'll show you."

Gasping slightly your eyes widened. He was giving in to you. He was giving in to your complaints, to your nagging. You opened your mouth to say something else but your mind just couldn't find any words. Jeff was still lying on the bed, facing the ceiling.

He didn't budge for a while and you were starting to think he just said it to shut you up. However it was then he slowly moved, getting in a sitting position while his raven black hair covered his face. You heard him grumbling something before his eyes traveled towards you.

Still slightly in shock you met his gaze. His eyes stood dull, tired and angry. As always. Gathering the strength to break the staring contest you moved your head. You propped yourself onto your elbows and used your good hand to help yourself to sit.

From the corner of your eye you could see Jeff following your every movement, every twitch your body made. You took a deep breath before you were finally sitting straight up, wondering what he would do now. Without spilling a word Jeff slowly moved out of the bed.

He walked right past the bed and towards the door at the end of the room. You knew he wanted you to follow, you knew he needed you to follow. Correction, you needed to follow. He was willing to show you something.

Slowly and steadily you moved over the bed towards the edge. Each time you moved a limb or even breathed in you could feel the stinging pain in your body calling you back to bed. You were reminded of how this was a bad idea, of how you weren't even remotely in the position to move.

However you couldn't back down now.

Biting on your lip in order to suppress the pain you moved your legs over the edge of the bed. This alone took quite a lot of energy and you dared to glance up to watch Jeff. He only stood there, a blank stare written on his face while he looked at you.

He didn't say anything.

He didn't mock you or tell you to hurry up.

Whatever his reason was you doubted that he had the patience to wait for you, so you decided to put some pressure onto your legs. The wounds stung like a mad bee, but it was bearable. You wobbly stood up, trying to regain your balance before you were standing straight onto your feet.

Walking- Correction. Faltering over towards Jeff you saw him opening the door. Trailing closely behind him and closing the door you continued to wobble on your feet. With each step you took you felt your body protesting, the skin tissue of your wounds ripping further and further...

But that wasn't important right now.

You wanted to know who treated your wounds and why Jeff would let you see him/her so easily.

You followed Jeff down the same path you had followed him many times. Through the long corridor, down the old and rusty stairs, straight towards the famous and godforsaken door. Your breathing became heavier thanks to the effort your body had to make.

You were slowing down, but you didn't have the strength to continue on Jeff's pace. As if he smelled your faults he glanced over his shoulder angrily.

"The fuck are you doing?" He growled at you, still not breaking his intense gaze. Giving a soft huff you prepared the breath to speak:

"I can't... Keep up." You replied completely out of breath. Now Jeff was already at the door, while you were still not halfway through the small hallway. Rolling his eyes visibly he turned his attention back towards the door before opening it.