I was warm, so warm. All I felt was softness around me and heard a soft crackle of something. I slowly opened my eyes; through the sleepy haze I saw a figure blocking a yellow to orange soft light. My vision started to focus, and I saw the finer details. It was his back, Jason's back, I could see a couple of brown splotches that dripped down exit holes, so he has the others lodged in? Must be painful. Wait what am I thinking? He is an insane murderer! I shot him six times, there are four exit holes that I can see in his upper back. Meaning two are stuck inside him. But I shot him six times in the chest how is he still walking and kicking? I shouted in my head.

My thoughts were quickly erased when he groaned and stood up, his tree trunk legs held his body steady Jesus Mary and Joseph he is muscular, it looks like those jeans are about to rip at the seams. He walked towards a pile of wood and grabbed a few chopped logs, his butt is nice though when he bends down to get more wood. Wait am I checking him out? Ok Mireya that is a new low, I know you're desperate but not that desperate. I covered my face with the blanket huffing into it, I choked on my own breath and everything went silent. I heard him step closer, the cabin shaking softly with each step.

I barely felt his hands as he pulled the blanket away from my face, he pressed his ear to my lips and it was hard keeping my breath steady. He then tucked the blanket under my chin, slipping the rest off my head as well. Well wasn't that strange. I kept my eyes closed until he walked away, I opened my eyes and scanned the room. Good he wasn't here right now, I stood from the couch peeling off the cocoon of blankets ok game plan, get my brown ass out of here! I tip toed to the front door, every step seemed to have taken a century to take. I was reaching for the doorknob until my foot stepped onto the squeakiest floorboard in existence. I gulped, frozen in place listening to the silence. The moment I heard footsteps coming towards me all bets were off; I slammed the door open and ran out as fast as I could towards the car. My bare feet kept sinking into the near foot on snow, it took six steps when I felt hands under my arms picking me up and swinging me over a broad shoulder.

"H-hey put me down I promise to never come back!" I screamed as he sat me down on the couch. He sat down as well with so much force I almost popped off like this couch was a half-inflated air mattress. Then he stared with his one baby blue eye that seem to glow behind the mask. This went on for a few minutes and it went from creepy and scary to annoying and weird, reminded me of how almost everyone stares like I'm some circus freak. "What are you staring at?" I finally snapped. He seemed taken aback for a moment, I could tell my how wide his eyes gotten. He didn't have zombie green or grey skin, just humany skin, hockey mask still creepy. He reached a gloved hand out and touched my scarred cheek, I instinctively slap it away "stop or else" I heard him soft chuckle "don't laugh at me!"

He then held his chest and groaned "that's what you get" he leered at me through a squinted eye. I felt a pull in my chest, he looked like he was in so much pain hunched over like that maybe if I help him he won't kill me, like the mouse and lion with a thorn in his paw.

"I saw a med kit around here, I'll be right back. Don't move" I ran to the bathroom and looked inside the closet. Yep there it was a 16' by 18' bright red box with a white plus on it. I picked it up and walked back only to bump into his chest in the hallway. I backed up after getting a huge whiff of iron and penny smell. "I said don't move, do you ever listen?" I grabbed him by the wrist and sat him down again, I was in mommy mode and lost in the moment "take off the shirt, I have to treat your wounds" he growled in response. "Be a good boy and just listen!" I yelled standing up to gain some height on his seated form, it just brought us to eye level at best. He blinked a couple of times, stiffen and sighed, then proceeded to unbutton his shirt and slipping him off his shoulders.

You know, I regret many things in my life, like wearing my hair out in curls that one day when I was eleven. This is honestly one of them, he was ripped like those men on underwear ads. I was surprised but again makes sense since he spends his time chasing down and murdering young people. But that isn't every day, what else is he fucking doing. I took a deep breath and looked through the kit for tweezers, a needle, thread, scissors and rubbing alcohol.

The only downside to him being ripped is that he is very dirty, "I need to clean you first" I threw my hands up and walked to the kitchen grabbing a napkin and water bottle. I wet the napkin and started scrubbing "you need a bath after this" he stiffened and leaned away. I tilted my head in confusion wait he drowned he's afraid. Like I am of fire. Guess we have another thing in common I sighed "it'll be ok, I promise. Just-we'll cross that bridge when we get there" I took the rubbing alcohol and a pipette that was in the kit and flooded the bullet wounds.

I never heard a bigger hiss in my life, his grip on the backing of the couch ripped the fabric "oh uh, forgot to say this burns. Not like fire, but it burns" I stood and looked at his back. I was right four exit holes, meaning the other two are lodged in. I took off my belt and folded it in half "bite down on this, trust me" he lifted his mask to only show his lips; likewise, I then placed it between his yellow plaque filled crooked teeth I am going to force him to brush. I grabbed my flashlight from the ground and then did a double take my equipment? Why would he bring it here? Does he think I won't attack him again?

I regain my focus and flashed the light in each entry hole trying to see which gave back shiny metal. I grasped the tweezers "this is gonna hurt" I warned I slowly pushed the tweezers inside and gripped the bullet and slowly pulled it out. I looked up seeing his eye squeezed shut poor thing I then repeated the process for the second bullet. "We aren't done yet. We need to stitch these all up" I grabbed the thread and needle. "You might wonder how I know to do this, well when I was burned, I fell down concrete stairs and my shin bone popped out. They tried to stitch it up as I was healing. I was able to go home early with a nurse but when I walked around, I slipped and reopen the wound. I watch them stitch it, and I was so fascinated my mom took me to a first aid class. I am also CPR certified."

His eyes just stared into mine and I could just tell he was confused "CPR stands for Cardiopulmonary resuscitation. Meaning if your heart stops working, I can force it to work till it does on it own. It's most used when people are drowning. My little brother walked right into the deep end without any floaties. I didn't realize until I saw him sinking, I rushed in and pulled him out, performing cpr for 20 minutes shoving on his chest until he threw up water and coughed. I saved him" I smiled to myself as I finished the last stitch on his front. I then moved to his back stitching him up. I wiped the area again with alcohol. "You need to shower, you are covered in dirt" he grunts, "hey don't grunt at me I'm serious" another grunt. I rolled my eyes and stood up.

I have no idea where my sudden balls grew from, maybe it's in my blood, I am not sure. I stalked into the kitchen and looked for a pot, when I found one, I cleaned it off very quickly and filled it with 'hot' water. Just as I thought the boiler isn't working if the thermostat isn't. I sighed and put the pot on the stove "guess I gotta pull a Dominican" I turned on the heat and let the water warm up to a temperature I liked. I felt eyes, well one eye on my back; unfortunately, all my attitude and confidence subsided, and I felt myself stiffen up. I slowly turned to see him only a foot away from me staring down at me, I gulped.

He seemed frozen, and just stared, I started to feel anger boil in the depths of my stomach. I hmmph-ed grabbing the pot and walking to the bathroom. He must be scared of bathrooms, right? If he tries anything, I can just shoot him with the shower head I grabbed a quick outfit and soaps. I stripped and sat down in the cold tub, I grabbed a container and poured water over myself. I started to scrub away when I felt eyes on me, well I'll be dealing with this for a while.