Fix Him Up

①③|Stay

*Dr. Smiley POV*

I needed to think quick. If I didn't do something he would die and I couldn't have that happen. I didn't know what it was but something about him just made me want to protect him. Though I was sort of failing that at the moment. Ever since he came into my life I was changing bit by bit.

I didn't kill as often, I even took care of myself a bit more, but worse of all I was slipping more out of insanity with him around. This was the total opposite of who I was and am supposed to be. And I knew Slender wouldn't like it.

When I gained composer of myself, I got Jason out of the chair, carried him to the couch, and gingerly laid him on it. I then sprinted to my desk and pulled out a needle, some thread, and something to cover it all up when I was done. I didn't waste any time stitching him up carefully; wanting to make sure it didn't come undone. When I finished, I disinfected the wound and covered it. Seeing as it wouldn't be very comfortable to be in bloody clothes and on an old couch, I decided to change his shirt and put him in my bed.

It was now up to him and his body to do the rest of the work. He hadn't lost much blood, but just enough to make him pass out for a few hours. Suddenly the phone rang which never happened unless something urgent was happening at the mansion. When I picked it up I wasn't surprised that it was Slenderman.

"Doctor, I need you here immediately. I have a human patient that needs attention."

"Alright sir. I'll be there soon," I said.

"Oh and one more thing," he spoke before I could hang up. "I'd like to talk to you after you finish tending to his needs." I felt a rock in my stomach. This wasn't good at all.

"Yes sir. Understood." Without another word I heard the click of the line going dead. I rushed to pack a bag and just before I left for the woods, I looked back at Jason to see him till unconscious.

Please be okay.

With that last thought, I left the clinic. I knew Slender would find out about me not doing as much as killing. It had to be that. I was also sure he didn't know about Jason. Not yet at least. I was going to keep it that way at all costs.

I started to wonder who the new human was. They were rarely allowed inside the mansion unless proxies. Maybe Slenderman was having a change of heart. At the mere thought of that I shook my head and laughed. I doubted that but it was quite the wishful thinking.

Maybe I was having a change in heart. It would explain why I felt certain feelings towards Jason. Also as to why I couldn't fully kill him off like all the others. In the beginning I believed it was just because he intrigued me. Now I believe it's something much stronger than that. I just don't know what yet. I could only hope to figure it out soon.

The Slender mansion came into view and memories of when I was younger and lived there flashed through my mind. I could remember running around the trees with a much younger Jeff and Smile Dog as a pup. Another memory of Lost Silver and Laughing Jack playing "Find the Murder" emerged. When I thought about it, the game was something we came up with on the spot. And boy was it enjoyable as a kid.

I could also remember Slenderman sitting on the porch, watching over all his "children" play around the forest tree line. And of course my favorite of the Family, Mr. Widemouth, sat right beside him chatting away the worries. Those were simpler times. Times when we didn't have to worry a out cops catching us, people looking for our existance, and--even better--reaching the killing quota for the month.

I was pulled from my happy memories when a bunch of yelling and screaming could be heard from the outside. One thing I sort of did and didn't miss about living there.