Killer Love (Jeff x Reader)

Chapter Seven:

Music: Bury a friend - Billie Eilish

February 16 ( almost 17)

Tell me if I have a mistake please, HAHA I have hard-core typos and grammar issues

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Y/N

He sat on my couch with everything patched up. I was next to him, uncomfortable. I watched his every movement, it was a learning experience. He kept on glancing at me, which made me feel even more awkward. The adrenaline had wore off, now everything in my body hurt. My head and my legs.

"Do you have to watch me like a cat?" he mumbled (this is exactly like a moment from another book but I forgot which)

I kinda felt guilty. Jeff had pushed me away from the gun and gotten shot. He had confirmed that he was already hurt beforehand. He had newly bandaged wounds all around his chest that I hadn't seen when I had pulled his shirt up.

Then his eyes landed on me as they stared at somewhere on my face. I was going to ask him if I had something on my face, but he just handed me a piece of tissue paper.

"What?" I asked him in confusion as I took it.

"Little kitty, you're bleeding." He huffed as he continued to fix up his bandaged. Suddenly, I remembered that I had been cut on the side of my head. I hesitantly touched the cut and flinched.

WHYS THIS HURT SO MUCH. I grabbed my phone, but it ran out of battery. I couldn't get up as easily, so I just used the black screen as a mirror. I stared at the reflection. Blood trailed down my face. The cut was so small, yet it hurt like a bitch.

I tried to wipe up the blood, but ended up flinching again. I looked at Jeff expectingly, he gave me a glare back. "What?" He hissed at me.

"what do I do." I said to him as I pointed at my tiny cut. He legit almost laughed at me.

"It's such a damn small wound. Figure it out yourself." he snorted. I scowled at him and just put the tissue on the blood and aggressively wiped it off. It stung badly, but I ended up doing it.

Then I smacked on a dora bandaid and I felt victorious. Jeff watched me with curiosity.

"Stupid girl. A dora bandaid isn't going to  stop the blood" he grumbled at me. I glared at him, he wasn't going to help me before and suddenly now, he had something to say.

He handed me an actual bandage. I stared at it, but suddenly got an idea. I cut out a small square and used some other supplies. I put it onto the cut and  taped it on.

He once again gave me one of those disappointed looks, but said nothing else.

I continued to watch him, since I had nothing better to do.

"Do you want me to help?" I said hesitantly. Immediately, I regretted it. I didn't know if I actually wanted to help or not. I began to feel a bit paranoid. What if he killed me at any moment?

"Yeah sure.." he seemed less talkative and sassy than usual. I grabbed the bandaged and gently wrapped it around somewhere where he had trouble bandaging. I mimicked what he had done before.