Hey! I live! I don't even know how long it's been, but here you go! An extra long chapter just for you!

The ride back had been awkward. I hadn't even bothered to make an attempt to slip upstairs into the room I had been forced to take as I knew I'd be dragged back down so I chose a spot on the couch while he went to make tea. Needless to say I wasn't interested in whatever he had taken the time to put on. I found it irritating that he found that he needed to sit so close to me. So I had turned away as much as I could. He didn't make a comment. I didn't touch the cooling cup before me. I didn't even know what movie was playing as I took to staring out the window again instead of watching. I rubbed at my wrist to feel the letters. The tug. The one that held me to reality. I nearly jumped as I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up into Jeffersons face.

"Don't."

Just that single word stirred my anger again, but I didn't act on emotions like that very often. So I simply turned away again to glare out the window. He sighed, but said nothing more. Each time I even went to touch my arm he'd tap me or say a one word warning. I muttered something incoherent at some point and he really didn't seem to care. I glanced over at the screen as a scream of fear broke the silence and the boring dialog. It was then the alien creature looked toward the girl. Of course. The thing wasn't even looking at her and she just had to scream. And now she was running. Super loudly to. What an idiot. And the screen showed the shadows of the two. Blood splattered on the wall. Then more dialog about a Cindy going missing and how they needed to find her.

"And of course they split up." I muttered taking out the anger that had built up on the characters in the movie.

"Cindy sure believes Matt about something being in there with them now."

I didn't respond. I was still rather upset with him. So for a long while we didn't say anything and he didn't even try to exchange words. They all regrouped after they found what was left of Cindy. The stayed together for a good portion of time only to split up to look for the generator to get the lights back on.

"Che. The only thing they had right was staying together and then they just screwed that up."

"It's going to pick them off one by one now."

"Blondy over there is going to go first."

"No I think it's the redhead."

"Are you kidding? The scaredy cats almost always live through to the end. It's because they're so cautious."

"Yeah Almost. The redhead is done for."

"You've seen this before, haven't you?" I gave him a pointed look.

I spent my time pacing the house which seemed to annoy Jefferson to no end, but he didn't say a word. Just let me do. He attempted to talk with me several times, but I just gave a huff or some half answer that really didn't mean anything. Like a 'meh' or a 'mn' type thing. He didn't press. Just kept watching whenever I passed him. Each day felt as if it was dragging on more than the last. I was back to square one again. Just because this hatter thought he could 'help' me when all he did was make things worse. I mean if it was keeping me grounded then why was it so bad?

At some point Jefferson had decided that he needed to head into town. I waved him off half heartedly to let him know I heard him. Then I turned to continue my pacing only to have my arm caught.

"And where do you think you're going? You're coming with me."

"Why?"

"Because you can't be trusted alone, remember? So lets go."

"What the hell do you think I'm going to do here?"

"Vanish into the woods. Start the house on fire. Search from the box of sharp items I hid. Stuff like that. So lets go before things get too crowded."

And of course he would act like that was the most normal sentence in the world. I stared at him with an unamused expression for a while before I complied with a huff.

I kept my gaze anywhere besides Jefferson as he dragged me along. The trip felt far longer than I'm sure it was as he chatted with people. I stayed at as far as a distance as I could. When we finally got back I helped carry things in without a word before I fled his presence. Who the hell did he think he was?

It was slightly calmer today. Jefferson had taken to giving me space over the last couple of days which I was grateful for. Although without the distraction that little nagging feeling had come back full force. The feeling that something was wrong and needed to be fixed. So without my release I continued to pace and search for something to distract myself with. Though when I paced Jefferson had taken to following me about or at least being near the area to make sure I wasn't looking for the box he hid I'm sure. Then I fell back into my old habits. One that really wasn't working, but it had been worth a shot. All I did was stare at the pages as I couldn't focus with that constant nagging.

"What are you reading?"

"None of your damn business by Back the fuck off."

"Well that sounds interesting." He snorted sarcastically before starting off.

At that I kind of felt like I was missing out on something. Though that feeling was drowned out by the urge before it even started.

"What?" I asked into the phone sparing a glance at the clock. 1.34am. "Wait wait- what? What? Ok- I- I'm coming I'm coming. I'll be there as soon as I can. Just keep- yes yes keep feeding in blood. Try and- yes that. I'll be there soon. As soon as I can. Yes."

During the phone call I had practically fallen out of bed and fought my way into something halfway decent. Though that wasn't of much concern to me as I was completely focused on what was being told to me. Car wreck, then car crushed by whatever beast had been prancing through town on a lovely little rampage that I for once didn't have the chance to witness. Two adults and one child injured in the wreck. One of which suffered intense injuries and from what I was hearing they couldn't stop the bleeding.

And so I was sprinting down the stairs. I heard Jefferson say something as I jumped the last four. No doubt he was wondering what the hell I was doing.

"We need to go! Now!"

He seemed confused and I was quickly more frustrated than I have been since he stopped me last that he wasn't acting.

"Life or death! Do or die! I need to get to the hospital Now! The royals let the latest disaster prance through town and instead of stopping it they had a bloody picnic in the forest! Now wake up and tell me where your damn keys are!"

After my outburst he seemed to have woken up significantly and was following after me. At that point I was yelling at him to hurry up in German and French and any other language I could call to mind at that moment. Amazingly enough some Spanish may have slipped in there. I'd have to take the time to recall where I learned that later.

When he held the key to not only my freedom, but the life of the no doubt dying male I held out a hand for them but he passed me by. I followed without a comment. Arguing was not something I could waste time on at the moment. The car couldn't get started fast enough and the whole ride there I was fidgeting and cursing. Then I ignored the call of protest and surprise as I threw myself out of the car before it had stopped. The whole way there was a blur of me yelling at people to move and tripping over a cart once.

Then came the dreaded two hours of surgery and yelling at nurses to hold their damn positions and do what I asked them to. A large chunk of metal had punctured his shoulder and several other cuts and bumps littered his flesh to create a rainbow of bruising and blood. I remember practically threatening the unconscious patient not to die on me and they were going to live whether they wanted to or not and I think I recall yelling a 'breathe dammit' at one point. And despite the situation nurses giving me rather weird looks. Two dreadful hours of pumped in blood just spilling on the floor and nurses asking whether or not we should quit and me not taking him dying as an answer no matter how much blood was lost. No matter how many times his breathing faltered for varying amounts of time. I would not accept a death because the heroes were damn morons. Of course they were going to aim for the town. There are people in the Town not the Forest.

I swore at one point my voice was going to give out from all the yelling. It was definitely hurting. If I got hysterical aphonia- no I wasn't emotionally unstable enough for that to happen, but if I lost my voice because they were idiots then I was going to flip a switch. Scratch that I wasn't going to flip a switch I was going to flip all of them. All the chaos and then it stopped. The endless waterfall of blood stopped. The persistent erratic beeping that had been giving me a headache for the past two hours evened out. And I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"Thank…" I let out another breath. "Thank God. 'bout damn time."

Blood covered myself and pretty much everyone else in the room. We just stayed where we were for a good two minutes as it all set in. Just listening to the even if shallow breathing, but that was due to lack of blood and all the stress of a two hour surgery. That could easily be fixed as long as he didn't magically reopen again. If that happened he'd probably die and everyone knows at that point I'd still fight the damn bastard and yell at him to breathe even after he was long gone. If he made me go through this again I'd drag him back from hell myself and kill him again.

"Ok… Lets… Lets get this place cleaned up and…" Cleaned up. What a laugh. This place would never be fully clean again. We'd be finding blood in random places on the floor and on the table for months. It was almost a literal bloodbath in here. "and get him somewhere we can monitor him better… I'm sure he'd appreciate to wake up on a bed and not a table anyway…"

Reluctantly everyone started moving. Damn I hated people for putting me through that. When I finally stumbled out of the room I followed along with several other nurses. Just making sure the patient didn't die again. I vaguely recalled Jefferson taking a place beside me as I and the same nurses stared at the man who had been shaking hands with death hardly ten minutes ago. Then everyone broke off and I with them. Jefferson followed behind me silently as I walked the familiar halls. Passed full rooms, carts, nurses, patients, a supply closet to the ever familiar bathroom where I promptly vomited into the tall, cheap trash can. Not because of the blood. Not because this place was full of emotional trauma. Not because I was ill. But because I was near panic the moment I got that call. Fear that he was going to die. That I was going to fail after I had promised myself that I would never let another die on me.

Jefferson set a hand on my back until I finished spilling my guts into the plastic container. Then he gripped my arm firmly enough to be steadying as he helped me to the cool tiled floor. I leaned against the just as cool wall.

"Better?"

I nodded once. Then shook my head. He slid to sit next to me. An arm draped over my shoulders as I let my face fall into my hands. Silence reigned.

Yeah this story is coming to an end. I already have the next chapter ready, but I wanted to see how many people I could get so say 'put it up' and what not. Yeah I'm mean... See you next time I post!