Freaks? Or normal? discussion

Otto's arms hung weakly. She had some blood dripping down her neck.

He set her down on the couch and went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.

Her arm slung over the edge of the couch and her pale fingers grazed the floor.

He came back and started raising her blood count so she wouldn't die. Then he gauze where the blood was seeping out.

She woke up slowly. "W-why'd you freak out?"

"What do you mean?" he asked while cleaning the blood off of her.

"You killed a tree"she said, looking up at him

"Im sorry about that, Im just still hurting over, um, Ana, and when I get upset my powers kick in," he sets down the kit.

She nodded and tried to sit up, falling back down. She started to get a really bad migraine.

"Here," he handed her some medicine, "its nothing personal, I just, its not personal."

She looked at him. "What's going on in your head"

"Right now it's having a war," he laughs, "Anastasia is always on my mind, but I'm also thinking about how I hurt you, I didn't mean too by the way and I am sorry."

"It's okay. I've been hurt before"she said, tucking her white hair behind her ear.

"Don't like that," he shakes his head, "say what is really on your mind, I know you don't think it is okay."

"It's okay"she said, that really was what was on her mind.

Jerome sighs, "You need to start expressing yourself more, don't let people walk all over you."

"That's not me.. That's not who I am. I just don't have anything to express"she said, furrowing her brows.

"If you had nothing to express then you wouldn't cut yourself," he looked down at her.

"I want to go home..."she said, changing the subject. Her heart ached by now.

"Why? Because I'm being honest with you?" he asks still looking at her.

She looked down. She wasn't feeling good actually. But her home was so far away...

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"Why don't you sleep here for the night, we have plenty of room," he sits down by her feet.

She nodded and then laid down on the bed, curling up in a ball.

He picks her up knowing she's weak, "I'd actually feel better if you slept in the guest room across from mine."

She laid limp in his arms, falling asleep. She breathed shakily, her skin heating.

Jerome set her down on the guest bed and then went into his room and fell asleep.

She had nightmares all night long and woke up at 2 am, drenched in sweat.

Jerome had nightmares about with Anastasia in them. But the only one he remembered was the replaying what had happened with Otto.

Otto tried to go back to sleep, but so much time had passed it was already 6 am.

Jerome woke up and walked downstairs.

Otto had fallen into a hazy half sleep and lain under the covers, obviously having a fever.

Jerome started to make breakfast.

She ground in pain, her head hurting.

He flipped an egg while whistling to one of his favorite songs. Then he got out another pan and started making pancakes as well.

She woke up, getting up and walking downstairs like a drunken zombie.

"Good morning sunshine," he smiled flipping a pancake onto a plate.

She mumbled something that barely sounded like,"fuck you. " she fell into a chair and yawned. Her skin was hot and her cheeks flushed red.

"Well some ones a little grumpy this morning," he laughed finishing the pancakes and starting the sausages. Then he poured some orange juice and flipped another egg.

She almost fell asleep, her fever taking control. She felt sick, her head and stomach hurting badly

"You look a little green," he said putting hash browns onto the pan, "you know I think you are being a little over dramatic if you ask me, it was only a nose bleed."

"I.. Have a f-fever"she stuttered.

"Well go to the bathroom and look in the cabinet there should be some medicine in there," he turned off the stove and started putting the rest of the food on the plates.

Otto stumbled into the bathroom and looked for some medicine. Her dizziness blurted her vision and all the labels looked the same.

"Hurry or your breakfast will get cold," he called out to her while setting the table.

Katerina parked in front of the Clark Mansion' gate. After her encounter on the subway, she decided to go back home and get her car. She knocks on the door and wait. Hopefully he's not asleep and grumpy.

Jerome opened the door, "Well, well, well, look who we have here," he smiled at her and moved out of the way, "come on in."

"Well someone's in good mood" she smiled back. She hates herself for ruining his day, but she has no other choice. She enter's the house and notices some things that seem out of place. "You have guests?" She doesn't need an audience, it was bas enough already.

"Yeah, I have a friend over, she's in the bathroom, you can come sit, I made enough food," he went to the table and sat down.

"I'm hurt you didn't invite me in before" tryong to distract herself but fails. Umm, well I kind of need to talk to you alone" she fidgeted in her place. "You don't want an audience for what I'm about to say"