Killer || JJK✔️

- TWENTY -

J stood up, and motioned towards his desk chair in the corner. "You should probably sit down, I'll be right back." 

I obeyed, and sat down in the chair. A wave of relaxation washed over me, and I didn't realize how much I had needed to give my legs a break.

J was about to walk out of the room, but then stopped himself. He opened his closet and searched through it until he found an old t-shirt and threw it at me.

I barely caught it before he started explain. "Use it to cover the wound and stop the blood if you need to, okay?" I nodded, and he left me alone in the room.

I stared at the ground, feeling more weak by the second. Was I going to pass out or something? And if I did, J would take care of me, right? I didn't want to go back to my room and then have S come back... Especially while I was unconscious.

Minutes flew by fast, and soon enough, the door flew open. I didn't lift my head up.

"HOLY SHIT MICHA-" J shouted, and I flinched before looking up at him. "YOU GOT BLOOD ON MY FLOOR?"

I narrowed my eyes, and glanced over at my wrist to see that the blood had dripped over the edge of my arm, and was leaving droplets all over the floor. The droplets were so close together that it was almost a small puddle. It was bad... But I had expected worse.

"And you're even paler than before... Oh my god, I need to fix this, fast..." J mumbled to himself, placing the medical supplies and towels he brought onto the desk.

I didn't even care about the wound itself at this point. I was shocked by the amount of blood, but I couldn't bring myself to react. The numbness had consumed me, keeping me from going crazy over this whole situation, and I just wanted to go home.

J started quickly working on my injury, not caring about the puddle of blood on the ground anymore. He was drying up the blood quickly, but then stopped suddenly.

"I think we should go to the bathroom... This is getting pretty messy." J said to himself, and I stood up. My legs felt weaker than before and I wobbled, almost falling over, but J held onto my shoulders to balance me.

"Do you think you can make it?" He asked, and I nodded.

J handed me a towel to cover my wound with, and I held it in place. While I held the towel, he held onto my shoulders to keep me steady as we made our way down the hall. A few doors down was the bathroom, and J closed the door after us.

J put the lid down on the toilet, and I sat on top of it. He took a towel and ran water from the sink on top, then started to clean the wound.

My eyes were starting to close a few minutes later, and J gasped.

"Oh no, Micha, please don't pass out on me..." He begged, but it was too late. It would happen any second, I knew it.

"Sorry, J..." I mumbled before my eyes closed, sending me into darkness.

***

I blinked a few times, and realized I was laying down in my room's bed. How did I get back here? I sat up, and the pain in my wrist slowly returned, reminding me of what S did.

I extended my arm to look at what J had done, but I realized it was covered by a dark, baggy, sweatshirt. This wasn't mine... Who put me in this thing?

I rolled up the sleeve to see a white gauze bandage covering the spot that the wound was, and the white fabric was stained red, where blood threatened to bleed through.