Never Leave You //Jeff The Killer X Reader.(Completed)

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*Second person POV*

You were jolted awake by the sound of a door being slammed shut. You shoved the covers to the side and stood to open the bedroom door. You pulled open the door after making sure to not put pressure on your healing leg. "Smile?" You called out, seeing the dog standing in the hallway. He glanced back before looking back in the living room. You got curious and decided to hop down the hall. You stopped next to Smile, being sure you had a firm grip on the Wall's corner to keep from falling. Smile whimpered and walked into the living room. You followed him with your eyes and spotted Jeff sitting against the door, a blotch of blood smeared on the door leading down to the bloody male. You saw smile licking his face, trying to get any movement from him. Not sure of what to do, You made you way over. You dropped to your knees and smile sat by your side, looking at you expectedly. You didn't know what to do, something inside you screamed 'run' and the other half screamed 'help' him. However, a bigger problem arose as seeing the killer like this reminded you of back when you were just teens. The memory flashed through your mind and you jumped up and hobbled into the bathroom. You dug through the cabinets under the porcelain sink. "I'm know he has- There it is!" You said, grabbing the small white box with a red Cross on it. As fast as you could, you stumbled into the living room and stopped to Jeff's side. You moved his body so he was lying flat on his back. His hoodie was covered in blood, both his and another person's. You had assumed so anyway. You moved his hair from his face and checked his temperature with your hand. 'He's warm.' You thought, now trying to pull the hoodie from his body. When you finally managed to get it off, a black shirt stood in your way. Not caring for the shirt, since it was already pretty torn up, you ripped it and moved the front so it fell on the floor. Smile tried his best to get any movement from his owner by licking his face, he even decided to bark a few times. Nothing happened. You grabbed the box again and fiddled with it until it opened. Grabbing some rubbing alcohol, you set it to the side along with the other materials you assumed you need. Thankfully, a cloth was already with the medical supplies, you poured the alcohol on it and pressed it to his wounds. After getting each wound cleaned you observed them. Two scattered across his chest and several smaller ones made way on his stomach and seemed to stretch to his back. You also took notice of a smaller wound on his shoulder and it looked like a gunshot. You grimaced, but thankful that it's the only thing that would need stitches. You prepared the thread and needle. You weren't the best at stitches, and never really bothered to learn because it made you queasy. Shoving down the queasiness, you began to stitch up the wound, of course you also made sure the bullet had gone through.

After finally completing the stiches, you made sure to clean the wounds once more before wrapping them up. You tried to move him onto the couch, but to no avail seeing as your leg was wounded and he was too heavy for you to carry. So, Instead you figured you should at least make him comfortable. 'What am I doing..? This really could have been my chance to run away.' You stood from your spot and hopped through the kitchen and down the hall to the room you occupied. You grabbed the white pillow off the bed. 'I think I've lost my mind.' You said to yourself. Walking back through the hall and kitchen to the living room. You sat down next to his side and raised his head up. You placed the pillow under his head and gently placed down his head. You saw his pale hand twitch and you looked at his face. 'He looks so peaceful.' You looked away from his face and towards Smile. The dog that always seems to smile now looked like he hasn't smiled in years. "It's okay, Boy. He'll be better soon." You spoke softly to the dog, reaching over to pet him. He pushed his head into your hand and let out a small whimper. You rubbed his head. "Please don't cry. You've gotta be a tough boy. Alright? I know you're worried." Smile stood up and walked to lay his head down on your lap. You smiled at him and pet him with both hands. "The feeling still isn't back." You said, not feeling your arm move or Smile's soft fur on your palm. You trailed you e/c orbs back to the passed out killer and looked him over. He was well built, but that's to be expected for someone who needs to run away from the police. The thought made you blush and you slapped your cheeks. 'What's wrong with me?! I can't like him! Especially after all the things he's done to me!' You cursed at yourself. You placed both arms behind you and leaned back on them. The ceiling was a boring white with a popcorn detail, giving it a rough look. A loud screech sounded near the small house and your heart jumped. "There's no way that thing would come in here, right?" She asked aloud to herself and jumped when she got a raspy answer. "No, it can't." She jumped, startled by the voice. Smile, on the other hand, hopped into his owner and licked his face. "Get off me you mutt!" He rasped, shoving Smile lightly to the side. "How do you feel?" You asked him. He sat up, or well, tried to sit up but hissed in pain. "You should probably stay down. I'm not the best doctor, but I know not moving would be for the best." You informed, shifting so one leg was pulled up to your chest, so you could rest your head on it. Jeff rolled his eyes, "I can't stay here, I got things I need to do." With another protest from you, which he ignored, he sat upright anyway. "You really need to stay still! You don't want to lose any more blood." He snickered, "Says you. You ran off several times with a wound." You puffed out your cheeks, "Well excuse me for not wanting to die." He placed his pale hand on you h/c hair and ruffled it. "I wouldn't kill you. Not yet anyway." The last comment made you look at him with worried and fearful eyes. He laughed at your scared face, "I'm joking, I'm joking." He laughed then stopped to hold his side, "Fucking hell man." He grimaced. "What even happened to you." You asked him. "Well, I was just doing what I do best, was heading here and the damn Rake got me. Stupid bastard is gonna get what's coming to him, I swear. I was caught off guard, which is why he got a good slash or two at me." He stood from his sitting position with a couple grunts of pain. "You really are stubborn aren't you? You should be sitting down." You spoke, struggling to get on your good leg to stand. "And I don't think The Rake can shoot, your shoulder had a bullet wound." He looked at you, "Cop got me, alright? They were hanging near here so I took 'em out. Of course one still had a bit of fight left and shot me." You remembered something about the news saying they were going to send in the army or some crap. 'Maybe they were here to do a search?' You asked yourself. Then an idea popped into your head. "How are you feeling right now?" You asked, a bit of fake worry. You had decided to keep up the worry and care you 'had' for him, though, you weren't sure if you were worried about him or yourself when you had fixed him up. "Like death is knocking on my door." He grumbled, looking at the bloody mess he made. "Well, I'm sure a bit of rest would do you good. Why don't you go lay down?" He looked at you with concern, "Why the rush for me to lay down? I'm fine." You paused for a moment then spoke again, "Well, uh, I'm worried? Yeah! I'm worried." You mentally facepalmed at your answer that sounded like a question. "Look, I know you're trying to escape again, I'm not as dumb as I look. I know what's been on the news." He said, annoyance in his voice. "W-what? I could never!" He rolled his eyes, "Y/n, stop playing dumb." Jeff grumbled. "Fine! So maybe I do still want to leave!" You huffed. "I don't want to be here with you!" He laughed at your response and you glared at him. "If that's the case, why'd you fix me up? You could have left me to die and you'd be home free." You dropped your glare and thought for a moment. "I- I really don't know.." You whispered.