Jeff's POV
I stay under the covers, not able to bear what was happening. The human was surely strange, at the very least. Luckily I had my jaw covered when he came in, otherwise things would have gotten entirely out of hand. But, he did make pancakes. And in the near future McDonalds. He couldn't be all that bad. He did tend to the wound as well.
At the thought, I felt a twinge of pain surge through my leg, making me cringe slightly. Just because I had worse didn't make the pain any less terrible.
I sat in wonder, contemplating whether or not I should attempt to get up and try to establish contact with the mansion seeing as I crushed my phone underneath myself when I fell, but I decided against it. I wasn't in the condition to be walking around, and as an added bonus I got a mini vacation away from all the clusterfuck that was at the mansion. When I thought about it, I realized how quiet it was in the house. It was nice, but it made me wonder why a guy like him could be so secluded. I myself hate people, what was his reason? He seemed caring enough. Not to mention he was fit, and attractive for a guy. I'll admit to sparing a couple of glances in his direction.

I gave a short huff, suddenly being reminded of my selective bisexuality. Not that I minded the thought of him, but of the fact I hardly knew him. How frustrating. I rolled over to face the window, being mindful of the scars.
If he saw them, would he mind? He seemed to be able to overpower me, what if he killed me? Or turned me into an asylum, or prison?
No, he didn't seem the type. He seems like the type to stay out of other people's business. Maybe he wouldn't mind at all. Who knows.
I touched the scabs with my fingertips, biting the inside of my cheek.

Maybe he'll like them.

Honestly, I thought to myself. What wishful nonsense are you thinking up you idiot.
I flung my head around, throwing the pillow that was underneath me at the window, spooking a nearby Cardinal into chirping angrily back at me, but I only rolled around and headed for the pancakes.