Chapter three.
Disclaimer: Annie centric pov, although season six started this was just a pre-season premiere idea and I want to finish it! Also blood and alcohol mention. Please please please give reviews, or comments as its my first fan fiction and it would help so much. Whoops. (Also, I have so many au ideas that I'll try out after this. Please be patient and hope you enjoy it!)
"Over here.. hey, hey, hey. Okay, be careful, look at me… Jeff. Okay just sit here alright. Don't move." She placed him on a chair by the dining table. Blood still flowing profusely. Propping him nicely so he doesn't fall off, and so the blood won't spill on the table. It seems he would like table, it's look like expensive wood and he wouldn't want to stain it with blood, wouldn't he? She considered on the things she was considering. Snapping back to her senses, instinctively, she scanned the apartment for a first aid kid. She would want to wash the wound first but Jeff obviously don't have the capacity to walk to the sink and she doesn't have the capacity to carry him there. So she had to bring everything to him.
His face cringed as she wrap the wound around with some gauze she found in the first aid kit in his bathroom. She combed through his apartment for the remaining items she needed which didn't take too long. It was clearly a bachelor's pad. You could see it just walking through the doors. Although it wasn't her first time in Jeff's apartment since they took turns hosting study group celebrations for festive like Christmas, Thanksgiving and sometimes even Halloween - though mostly they'll be out in Greendale for a party or someone in school would host it, it was her first time in his apartment alone (that one time she came over before the Christmas party did not count as everyone was about to arrive anyway and she was here to decorate.)
Annie tried to remember why she was here but her mind was put off with everything that's happening. She had so much draft of conversations that she wanted to clear with Jeff but she didn't know what to say. I have feelings for you and even though you're not getting married to Britta, I feel I should let you go? Or I don't know if I hate you but I can't stand not being angry with you or I don't know how I feel but I am more than a school girl crush? Britta was her best friend and it confused her when she knew about Britta and Jeff's engagement, they may have feelings for each other. But all that thoughts just vanquished the moment she saw he was in such a drunk state.
Why was he so drunk? She considered and for a second she thought about the engagement. She was suppose to head back to the apartment with Abed after everyone started heading back but she told him she wanted to walk back instead. She even let Abed drive her car back. All Annie wanted was some time alone but…. she ended up here at his doorstep.
Everything felt like it was going to be normal till the moment they all parted. Jeff in a confused state over the whole heart machine thing… and Annie was quite sure about her feelings after the announcement. It was a very messed up day.
"Woahhhhhh, woah, woah!" She launched forward as Jeff was about to fall off the chair. She settled the bowl she was holding on the table and spilled some of the water it was holding. Great!
When it comes to this very point of actually treating the wound, she was a little too anxious. Theoretically, she knows what to do. She practically memorised everything her Medical Practice 101 teacher told her, which she took for extra credit and it actually came in pretty handy.
But in practice, it's a lot harder. She wasn't too bothered by all blood but the strong scent of blood from Jeff's palm soaked through the gauze worries her. For a moment she wondered, should she call a doctor? Or even Shirley?
When Jeff groaned again, she snapped back to practicality and started cleaning the wounds again. He looks as if he was going to drift to sleep but is agitated by the pain.
It took awhile for her to clean the wound, she had to change the gauze and applied pressure on for about ten minutes. When it stopped bleeding, she washed it in the bowl of water which turn murky red. The cut was rather deep, and considering for awhile, she asked Jeff if she could stitch it up. But Jeff actually knocked out, and she wasn't even sure if it was from the alcohol or the pain.
Regardless, she washed her hands and with extremely steady hands and the skills from Home Economics class, (Greendale apparently did teach her things) she patched him up. Jeff did groaned once or twice but he managed to stay asleep and she finished sewing it up.
Annie sat there for about ten minutes dazing at what she did. She actually stitched someone up and actually felt quite proud of herself despite the circumstances.
Jeff can barely concentrate on what was going on. The alcohol did take a toll on him, but he was sobering up. Even in a drunken fatigue state, he could feel his hand burning. The smell of blood covered faintly by her. That daisy or lavender shampoo that lightly lingers and the sweet scent of peaches. It all blends perfectly into this.. this girl called Annie Edison.
It seemed like forever before he nodded involuntarily and almost fell out of the chair sideways.
"Alright, let's get you up." Annie snapped back to senses yet again as Jeff nearly falls off. Again. She lifted him, a little more prepared on what his weight would hold though she was pretty drained. He seemed to be standing a little better now though which she was so grateful for.
She carried him to his bedroom and he fell face first right into his sheets. It crossed her mind that she should just leave him there and just head back. Honestly it was getting late and the last bus would be leaving… in ten minutes she realised in astonishment. 11:54pm.
Hesitantly, she typed "at jeff's, don't wait up for me" and sent it to Abed. His a little protective like Troy, but Troy would start calling her if she was out late but Abed would sit up all night till she was back unless Annie told him. Plus she was at Jeff's so he would understand.
Annie went the extra mile to take off his shoes, wiped his face with a towel (as he would wash his face at some moisten temperature degree or something) before pulling the cover over, she considered taking off his shirt. he did run in that shirt all day but… that might be weird. She decided better and took it off. Though she wanted to put a new one she found in his drawers, Annie struggled to coordinate his hands and body to put it on so she left the shirt on his bed stand and covered him up.
Jeff was surprisingly neat, she noted. He had his shirts folded so neatly it was as if he spent hours daily accurate measuring each folded line, and everything was categorised in colour formatting. It was actually fun opening drawers checking out his sunglasses and watch collection but when Abed replied her "cool cool cool, see ya tmr." She stopped snooping around, sent a goodnight text and head back to work.
The living room was….just mess. She was good in cleaning, but this is just mess. She picked up the fallen bottle first and set it on the table, followed by the larger shards carefully and when each shard gets smaller she had to tie up her hair that was falling on her face.
It took her slightly more than an hour to pick the glasses, sweep it multiple times and manually removed the carpet from under the table in case there was still pieces stuck on it, cleaned up the trial of blood on the floor and spilled scotch. She left the carpet by the door to reminder herself to take it to the cleaners the first thing once the sun rises. It was close to 1:15am and Annie could have walked home but she was too drained to even consider the 35 minutes walk and it was too late for that.
Helping herself in his kitchen, she poured herself some water, filled it with ice and sat back at the sofa with a triumphant, deserving absolute. She could hear Jeff snoring softly and by the end of the glass, she helped herself with his scotch as a reward. Why are you here even Annie?
It didn't take awhile, and she couldn't even remember how but Annie fell asleep on Jeff's couch.
