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[xXx]
Elvira was in the waiting room, her legs trembling and eyes brimmed with uncontrolled tears. Her breathing was shaky, and every now and again, a hiccup would escape her lips. She was told that there was a high chance that her mother would survive with mild scarring, but even the good news didn't bring the poor girl comfort. She was blaming herself for what had happened to her mother, that if she had just controlled her temper and just stayed in school, none of what was going on would be happening. Her mother wouldn't be laying in a hospital bed like she was. Her mother wouldn't be in pain like she was. Her mother would be nice and safe and probably coddling her the moment she got home. Those thoughts were what were keeping the blond on edge, over it, really... Her mind wouldn't calm down until she saw her mother, alive and well...
Every possible scenario went through her mind as she sat there in wait. She saw in her mind's eye the doctor walking up to her and telling her that her mother didn't make it. She saw in her mind's eye her mother resting peacefully in a casket as it was lowered slowly into the cold, dark ground. She saw in her mind's eye herself... hugging Jeff tightly as she cried and cried until she was a heart broken heap of exhuastion and broken will. Why that last scenario went through her mind, Elvira had no idea. It brought little comfort to her terrified mind. Her heart started to race even faster in her chest. It almost stopped when she saw the doctor walk up to her. It took every ounce of her will power to not jump up out of her seat. "H-how is she...?" she asked with a raspy voice. The look that she received made her heart sink.
"She... made it, but..." the doctor trailed off. He visibly swallowed. "But... she's... in a coma..."
"I want to see her...!" Elvira told him, her eyes wide. Already, they were brimming with tears again. "Please...!" She was soon led to her mother's room. When she saw her bandaged mother laying on the hospital bed, sleeping in her coma, the girl ran to her side. Grabbing her mother's hand tightly, she started to sob. Over and over again, she continued to blame herself for her mother's current condition. If not for her own selfishness and hot temper, her mother would be at home, waiting for the girl to come home from school. Her mother would be at home with a smile on her face as she made dinner before the girl got home. Looking up with tear filled eyes, she saw the oxygen mask over her mother's mouth and nose; she saw two IVs in her mother's arm...
"Mama..." Elvira whispered brokenly. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
"Before she went into surgery, she told us to tell you that it wasn't your fault for what happened..." the doctor told her softly. "She'll be in a coma for several weeks at least... A year at most..." He placed a comforting hand on the girl's shoulder.
Elvira grabbed his hand and turned on him with a dark, murderous look. "How could she have fallen into a coma?" she demanded to know.
The doctor was obviously shocked at the girl's actions. She looked as though she was going to murder him! "She was starting to hemorrhage in the brain from a heavy head wound," he seemed to say quickly. "A shard of glass had gotten lodged in her skull. It wasn't in deep enough to puncture her brain, but the blood from the wound had started to..." He trailed off at the sight of Elvira's eyes filling with brand new tears. Swallowing, he lightly patted the trembling hand holding his own tightly. "Why don't you go home and relax, Miss Ayers? I think you deserve the rest..."
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By the time Elvira arrived home, she felt like a mess. She had realized that she had lost her phone half way home, but it didn't seem to really bother her. She knew that her mother had left her phone at home thanks to Jeff's answering earlier. She stopped with her hand on the door knob. Did that mean that Jeff was still there? Was Jeff the Killer still in her house?
Elvira forced herself to relax. If she didn't, she would drive herself nuts. Besides, Jeff promised to not kill her, right? In exchange for a place to stay...?
Swallowing, the blond turned the knob. It was locked, just like it should have been...
Taking a small moment to pull out her key from her pocket, she hesitantly opened the door. All of the lights were off... She took a few hesitant steps inside, closing the door behind her. Out of habit, she locked the door behind her. She went into the kitchen and turned on the light. Nobody was hiding about, thankfully. Biting her lip slightly, she glanced into the living room. Nothing there, either. Some calming breaths later, she decided to go to her bedroom, needing to change into her pajamas to help her relax. There was nobody in her bedroom either...
Elvira checked every room imaginable and found herself to be alone in her house. Turning on the television, she sighed heavily. She just wanted to rewind time to earlier that day... She would stay in school and deal with her anger there... She would not have her mother in a coma... She wouldn't have been alone upon arriving home...
As she turned on Sweeney Todd: Demon Barber of Fleet Street, she watched with little to no interest. Her mind was racing too quickly for her to really focus on it. She almost screamed when she suddenly had a hand over her mouth.
"Made you jump," smirked the all too familiar voice of Jeff the Killer behind her.
Elvira relaxed and peeled his hand off of her mouth. "Jesus Christ, did you have to scare the shit out of me?" she asked a little haughtily.
"Um. Duh," snickered Jeff, coming around into the girl's vision. He sat down beside her, seemingly laid back. "I stayed because I didn't want you to be alone."
The girl twitched some. While the gesture was sweet and all... "You didn't have to scare the shit out of me."
Jeff smirked, though the only reason Elvira could tell was because of the look in his eyes. "Sure I did. Need another pair of panties, or are you good?"
Elvira's face instantly went red. She moved to sit away from him, suddenly very uncomfortable. However, the killer pulled her down onto his lap, holding her tightly against him. The look in his eyes was gentle and kind. "See...? Now everything doesn't seem nearly as bad... Right?"
The girl blinked some before realizing what he had done. He had tried to distract her from the long, horrible day that she had. She relaxed in his arms and sighed heavily, closing her eyes. "Yeah... I guess..." she murmured. Tears welled in her eyes and she bit her lip roughly, opening her eyes enough to let the tears fall. "I wish today didn't happen..."
Jeff loosened his grip around her some, his brows furrowing some in worry. He wished that he knew how to really help her, but he wasn't sure how he could manage to do so. Then it hit him. He had the girl sit down to the side and stood. He changed the movie to something on the satellite. It was the same show that she had been watching when Jeff had stabbed her on the couch in what felt like so long ago already; Mythbusters. He then peeled off his white hoodie and grabbed Elvira from the couch. Gently, and careful of her casted arm, he started to have her put it on.
"Wh-what are you doing?" hiccuped the girl, looking up at the pale faced male through her teary vision.
"Hush... Just put it on."
With another hiccup, Elvira nodded shakily and tried to slip on the hoodie. It was big on her, which was nice. It was also warm... When Jeff sat down beside her again, she leaned against him. Despite what he had done to her in the past, she... trusted him. Why, she had no idea. She just knew that she felt safe around him. That she felt... alright just being there with him. She took a small whiff of his hoodie and started to relax. The smell of old blood and bleach was definitely something that shouldn't relax a person, but to Elvira... It was Jeff's scent. It was unique to him... Especially with that hint of the outdoors... Grass and trees and dirt... All of it mixed together made Elvira feel... At peace.
When Jeff wrapped his arm around her, she shook some. For some reason, she trusted him enough to let him see her sadness, her tears. She started to cry against him, burying her face into his chest. She let out scream after scream of all of her pent up anguish into his chest as hot, fresh tears rolled down her face, torn apart from the inside out. All the while, Jeff held her close and stroked her hair, wanting her to calm down and relax. When her screams died down and her tears started to fade away, the male looked down to find her asleep in his arms. He promised himself that he wouldn't allow her to be alone until he mother returned...