Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
HIM
Ipushed to my feet and tugged Juliet higher up on the bed.
Propping her shoulders on some of those million decorative pillows women seemed to hoard for no particular reason.
Watching her arm slide off, only to be forced to grab a flatter frillier one to keep her wrists elevated and level with her heart.
Never understood the point of owning something you had no intention of ever using.
Then again, guess I was using these ones now to help reduce the bleeding.
Nurse Keller had over a dozen in this bedroom.
Me? I had precisely two pillows to my name, and that was because I’d clipped the second of ?em back when they thought it was smart for me to have a roommate.
That experiment didn’t last long. Poor fucker had hung himself from the only loose tile in the ceiling within a week. ?Least that was what the paperwork would tell ya.
I wouldn’t tell ya shit. I wasn’t a snitch.
I yanked my shirt over my head and stripped out of the rest of my wet clothes.
Walking around bare-assed in Juliet’s house wasn’t the most gentlemanly thing to do, but I’d been here to kill her.
It wasn’t like manners were something that mattered in this situation.
Besides, I didn’t want to ruin the only clean outfit I’d brought with me.
Might need it later. Once I figured out what the fuck I was doing here.
I snooped around various drawers and cabinets and found a shit-ton of nothing.
Nurses were supposed to keep emergency kits on hand, weren’t they?
Seemed like the medically sound thing to do.
Though I was pretty sure the medically sound thing to do was not slit your fucking wrists in the first place.
I slammed the closet door shut and stomped to the backpack I dropped by the entrance on my way in, digging through the contents until I found the needle and fishing line I kept on me ever since the time my hand slipped on the blade and I nearly severed a fucking finger.
Then, using the flame from the stove, I placed the sewing needle I’d swiped off one of the orderlies directly over the flame and waited for the metal to change color before trekking my way back up the steps.
Juliet hadn’t moved. You could barely make out the rise and fall of her chest, but my pillow princess was still breathing. What she really needed was some fluids, maybe a blood transfusion. Neither of which was happening here, and I wasn’t about to take her out there.
Raking a hand through the mop of hair that didn’t exist no more, I stomped forward and began the task of piecing Nurse Keller back together like some homemade stuffed doll.
Lucky for her, the gashes weren’t as deep as they looked in the tub.
But they sure as shit were deep enough to kill her if I left ?em wide open.
Shit wasn’t pretty, and it was hard to tie a decent knot with all the blood seeping out. But a few quick flicks of my wrist later and Juliet was good as new.
I craned my neck to eye the zigzag pattern I’d stitched across her wrists. Okay, maybe not as good as new. But at least she wasn’t bleeding out all over the goddamn sheets anymore.