"Hold still Jeff, this is going to hurt." I said, right before giving Jeff's right arm a firm pull. Jeff cried out in pain,
but muffled it almost immediately.
"Better?" I asked quietly, looking into his eyes for a response.
"Better than it was." He grumbled.
"Good." I proceeded to dab at his wounds with medicine. We had both barely made it out alive, and I
could feel my body paying me back for it. I was already wrapped in bandages that seemed irrelevant. Just by
noticing Jeff's body language I knew something was up.
"It wasn't your fault." I started.
"You wouldn't get it."
I stared at him.
"Jeff we've both been through hell and back, so shut up and take the truth."
"If I had been stronger-" Jeff protested.
"Don't start. You did all you could, I owe you my life."
Jeff stared at the floor.
"We have to go back. To finish it, don't we?"
"Yes." I said hesitantly. "But you need to heal first. I've never seen someone with so many injuries."
Shaking my head, I took a roll of gauze and wrapped it around his wrist.
"There. Good as new. At least part of you, anyway."
Jeff rubbed his wrist.
"Thanks." He stood up, wobbling.
"Woah, woah, woah, just what do you think you're doing?" I put my hands on my hips, facing Jeff with a
stern expression.
"Going to train." He tried to push past me. Luckily, in his state I was easily able to force him back into his
seat.
"Not today you're not. I still need to dress the rest of your wounds!"
"They'll heal."
"Just relax, okay?" I moved to the scratches on his chest.
"Jeez, you got really fucked up." Ben, wrapped in bandages, gave Jeff a once over.
"I should say the same for you." Jeff replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, seeing as I am forced to rest by Slendy's orders, and you probably will too, I was thinking of
hosting a multiplayer session later. You know, for all of us to just chill." Ben smiled crookedly, the smile of a
child.
"That sounds great. I'll be there." I flashed a grin at Ben. Jeff, on the other hand, didn't seem interested at
all.
"You're just going to sit around while we could be training to get stronger?!" Jeff said angrily. "You saw
how powerful Zalgo was, he didn't even need to lift a bloody finger to nearly kill us! And you want to play
video games?!"
Ben stepped closer, narrowing his eyes.
"Yes. If you want to get any stronger you need to heal what's broken. So yeah, I want to play video
games. What else can I do? Catch you later, Violet." He turned with a swish and walked abruptly away. The
last thing I needed was for Ben and Jeff to start a feud. Rather, they should be doing the exact opposite and
work together.
"How's he coming along?" Slender asked, laying a hand on my shoulder.
"All right, I think. I should be done in a minute or so. How's Alex?"
"Alive."
I nodded. Alive was better than nothing, but she had been hit pretty hard so it should be expected.
"Can I see her once I'm done?" I asked, tightening another strip of gauze.
"Of course, child." Slender assured me. "But onto another matter, about our next battle. I've called in
every Crerpypasta man, woman, and creature I know. We need all the help we can get so don't be alarmed if
things get crowded."
"Okay." I clipped the last strip of gauze together.
"There! Keep off your feet and relax Jeff, I don't want you to hurt yourself." I told him.
"Fine." He said glumly.
"I'll leave you two to it." Slender sauntered away, and checked up on Hoodie and Masky.
"Jeff-" I started, but he cut me off.
"Just forget it." He stood again, and limped upstairs. I sighed, rubbing my temples.
"A-are you a-all right?" The stuttering voice of Toby brought me to my senses again.
"Yeah, I just don't know how to deal with Jeff is all."
"I don't th-think anyone c-can." He joked, and I chuckled.
"True. And hey- thanks for coming to rescue me. It means a lot." I squeezed him lightly in a hug, causing
Toby to look extremely flustered.
"Y-yes it w-was no p-problem." He blushed. "S-see you."
And he was gone.
Later, I decided I would go check on Jeff. He had been in his room for hours, and even missed dinner. I
knocked on the door.
"Jeff?"
No answer. I knocked again.
"Jeeeeeff."
This wasn't going anywhere. Instead of waiting further, I creaked open the door. Jeff stood there, thrusting
his knife this way and that. Training. I sighed, closing the door behind me.
"Jeff, stop."
Swish, went his knife in the air. I took a step closer.
"Jeff. Stop." I repeated, more firmly this time. Nothing.
"Jeff!" When I yelled, it seemed to knock Jeff out of some sort if trance, and he turned to look at me.
"When did you get here?"
"Doesn't matter. Drop the knife." I instructed. He didn't.
"Why?" Jeff approached me.
"Because you need to rest, you could seriously hurt yourse-" in an instant, Jeff had me pinned to the
wall.
"I NEED to train. If I don't it will end up like last time." He insisted, with an edge of anger in his voice.
"No, you NEED to rest." I grabbed the blade of the knife. Which turned to be a not-so-smart move, as my
hand bled almost upon contact. I saw Jeff's eyes widen.
"Your hand-"
"Is not important right now. What is is that you need to cut the bullshit. Lie down. Relax. Come out and
socialize. We're going to do that game thing soon, you could join." I stared into his eyes long and hard, face
set in stone. Whatever I expected, I didn't think he would kiss me. The warmth from his lips spread to my
face, as I returned the kiss.
We stood there for a moment, just holding each other, until Jeff broke the silence.
"I'd like to just lay down, if that's all right." He almost whispered. I nodded. Jeff lay on his bed, looking at
me with pitch black eyes.
"Are you coming or what?" He asked. I blushed.
"Are you sure?"
"'Course. I trust you, after all."
I walked over, and laid next to him. The heat from his body easily made me warm and snug, and I felt myself
being held in shaky, yet sturdy arms. After that, it wasn't hard for me to fall asleep next to the one I felt such
strong feelings for.