The next day EJ looked around in the kitchen noticing that basically everyone was there aside from Masky and Cyn, something that semi-surprised him and something that was concerning him greatly.

"Hey um... I don't think the meeting should start until we have Masky and Cyn here." Neon said, voicing out EJ's own thoughts. He casted a glance over to her noticing that she was looking rather worried. And she should be. Never in his stay here had EJ ever expect Cyn to not show up to anything important, to ignore something like a meeting. She seemed to be so okay at the end of yesterday, Masky too. 

So. 

What happened?

"Uh well Masky's sleeping in." Spoke Hoodie, shifting rather uncomfortably, "he had a night terror last night and he woke up from several nightmares, so..." 

EJ nodded, understanding perfectly. He'll need to check up on Masky later then. 

"Okay so that gives Masky a reason, what about Cyn?" 

Jeff groaned, throwing his knife up in the air and catching it, "do we really care EJ? Let's just start  without them. We can fill them in later." 

The doctor shook his head, going completely against the suggestion, "I'm concerned. I want them here to  see if they're okay. We already know Masky isn't but what about Cyn?" 

"Sh- she m- might be scared." Stuttered Bree. Jeff threw his head back and laughed, tilting himself back on the wooden chair. 

"Her? Scared? She's the most emotionless piece of trash I have ever met, she's not scared." 

Bree swallowed a bit before proceeding to speak, worried about how her statement would be perceived, "i- if sh- she was em- emotionless don't  you think she  wouldn't have st- stepped in fr- front of her sister?" 

Jeff looked at her, setting the chair back on all of it's legs as he stood up and walked over to the shorter girl, his gaze making her squirm. 

"I've known the bitch for five years." He started, his arms now crossed. "She's not scared, and we don't need her or Masky here. We can fucking fill them in later." 

No one spoke making Jeff look around at all their faces. For some reason they all seemed to be uncomfortable, unsure even.  They don't need those two here right now, they can stay in their rooms for all he cared. If they don't want to be here then they don't want to be here, simple as that. But it looks as if the rest of the crew thinks differently, they were actually caring about those two and wanted to know why the reason for their absence. 

With a low growl Jeff turned his back to them. 

"Fine I'll get her, jeez." 

He walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs leading to the hallway of bedrooms. The rainbow of colours blurred past him, his feet falling heavy onto the carpet as he reached the purple door that was positioned opposite his own. He paused in front of it and knocked harshly on the wood, his words falling out of his mouth in a rather snappy fashion. 

"Cyn? Are you fucking coming or not? Everyone's wants to know how the fuck you are." 

Now instead of a rather snappy response consisting of swearing and an insult, Jeffrey was just met with eerie silence, something that caused him to frown. He knocked again, this time more loudly however he still got no answer. This was weird, he didn't like it. So, wanting to know why she was so quiet all of the sudden he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open seeing just how dark her room was. 

His eyes swept across the room, seeing the overturned furniture and the floor matted with glass and mirror shards. He took a step in, his shoe crunching some of the shards- bits of it having blood clinging onto them. It looked as if a fight took place here.

Another step he took and his eyes then landed on the limp form of Cyn, her streaked hair a mess her body covered in cuts, scars and smears of blood. 

"Shit..." He said softly, he slowly knelt down beside her, noticing how one of her hands looked as if it had gone through a wood chipper, her left bicep was still bleeding the cuts there seeming to be quite deep and the various of shards were sticking out of her body making some sort of statement. Slowly the white faced killer slid his arms underneath her form, parts of the glass falling off as he lifted her up- her head lolling to the side. 

In his arms her body felt cold and lifeless, he couldn't help but wonder if she was still breathing or not and as soon as he thought of that his heart sunk. The very idea that his rival here was so wounded that she bled to death made him rethink of basically all the actions he had committed against her. Sure some of them weren't very necessary, and he really didn't need to express his hatred towards her every single day. 

Slowly he reached the kitchen, his shoulder pushing open the door to alert everyone to his presence. 

"Uh EJ, we have a bit of a problem." Stated Jeff. 

"What do you mean?" 

He turned to reveal the limp nineteen year old in his arms, cuts and scars dominating her legs so that skin was barely seen, the blood mainly covered her upper half though thanks to the treatment her bicep had endured. 

"Jesus fucking Christ." Spoke Ben, eyes wide. "What happened?" 

Jeff glared at him, "does it look like a fucking know? She was like this when I found her, she might be dead." 

"We need to take her to the infirmary." Said EJ, already leaving the kitchens as he hurried over to the room that he seemed to be spending the majority of his time lately. "I need to asses the amount of blood she lost and bandaged her arm." 

"A- actually it w- would appear th- that you would have to stitch them up." Said Bree, walking alongside him, Jeff walking behind the two of them as he tried to keep up with their fast pace. "Th- the wounds look to be quite deep, especially the ones in her arms. She m- might have ac- accidentally cut open a vein."  

EJ cast her a look, slightly surprise with her synopsis. "You've done this sort of thing before?" 

"A- a bit." She stuttered, her face going a bit red as she readjusted her glasses. 

"Less chit-chat, more action!" Snapped Jeff as they walked into the infirmary 

"Just put her on there and leave," commanded EJ, gesturing over to one of the beds as he went over to a fridge, "Bree get the needle and thread , make sure it's sterilized first." He opened the fridge revealing various of organs, blood packs and more. A concentrated look settled over him as he sorted between each pack trying to find Cyn's blood type. As the action was being played out Jeff gently set Cyn on the bed, giving her one last look before exiting the room. His mind overrun with all sorts of thoughts. 

"Guess we have to rescheduled the meeting then..."  

He looked up seeing Neon before him, her gaze fixated on the doors behind him. 

He just shrugged, his hands buried in his pockets, "probably."

She continued to talk, expressing her worries however Jeff wasn't listening he was busy listening to his thoughts. 

That demon yesterday... It went here and played out Cyn's and Masky's memories, is this why? Because they would have such bad reactions to them? Or because reliving those memories again has the chance of killing them?