A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Unlike the first time she had been attacked by the mannequin, Anita didn't lose her weapon. Instead, she clutched the knife firmly. Lee was ready to kill, but (f/n) stood in his way. If he had a heart, it'd be beating fast. He went to move her, but she reached up and rested her hands on his face. His head tilted downwards out of instinct. "Lee, come on." Her voice was soft, and it'd be soothing if he wasn't terrified for her life. How he wanted to tell her his worries and get her to step aside. "Please, we ..."

Her words trailed off, and her mouth parted a bit more as shock went through her body. In the moment he had looked away from Anita, she had moved. His attention went to the knife in the back of the left shoulder of (f/n). If he could scream out her name, he would. The knife was ripped out, and Anita glared at the two. "Like I'd let you walk away with that thing. You think that you can love whoever, whatever, you want while you take away the person I love." Anita chuckled and backed away from the pair. "Well, f*ck you, (f/n)! You're no good to me if you're leaving me!"

Almost, the switches in Lee went off. No doubt he was angrier than he had been when Jared betrayed him, when Jared had killed him. He wanted to rip that good-for-nothing excuse for a human to pieces, but (f/n) fell forward. Lee caught her and fell to the floor with her to support her upright and keep her from hitting the ground. Swiftly, he took off his beige jacket and pressed the fabric to her wound.

Satisfied with her work, Anita turned to bolt, but Lee reached out and grabbed her ankle. He pulled her back, and she fell. The knife that time fell from her grip and slid across the floor. Anita groaned in pain, and Lee went to set down (f/n) gently to take care of the b*tch, but (f/n) grabbed his arms weakly. "Lee, don't. Just get the phone."

Hearing that, Anita paused in her steps, but Lee set down (f/n) that time. His gaze stayed on Anita, and when she went to retrieve the knife, he picked it up instead and held it threateningly. She took a step back and glanced over the scene before her, and she decided that she'd run. Otherwise, she'd die, and she didn't want that. Somehow, she'd figure a way to get out of the mess (f/n) created. The door opened and slammed shut as she ran off for the time being. Later when staff arrived, she'd get her things, and she'd tell them a different story. Hopefully, they would believe her.

With her gone, Lee concentrated entirely on (f/n). He hurried over to the dining room. The phone hadn't fallen to the ground from Anita crashing into the table earlier. Nothing had spilled on it either. Grabbing the device, he rushed back over to (f/n). Annoyingly, his fingers didn't affect the screen, and he couldn't unlock it.

(F/n) managed to sit up, and she was clutching the jacket to her shoulder. It already was soaked with blood, and she was looking worse by the minute. He passed the phone to her, and she managed to unlock the phone and call 911. The phone rang, and someone answered. Cutting them off, (f/n) breathed out, "Help. Please. I'm bleeding badly. I was stabbed." Quickly, the person asked for her location, and it was given.

Starting to lean over, Lee caught her and knelt by her. The operator remained on the line and was reassuring her that an ambulance and officers would be there as soon as possible. Truthfully, (f/n) didn't hear the timeframe. Her vision was getting a bit blurry. There was so much blood on the jacket already. "Kitchen. Cabinet above stove. There should be a medical kit," she whispered, and Lee moved hurriedly after he made sure that she didn't fall onto the ground.

Neither did he hear the arrival time. Sound was playing tricks on him it seemed. It was like he only could hear blood oozing out of (f/n), and the roughness of her breath. She was struggling, and he might lose her. If he did, he'd hunt down Anita personally, and she'd suffer horribly. If (f/n) hadn't stepped in front of him, Anita would be in immense pain already, but he couldn't focus on that right now. No, (f/n)'s life was on the line, and he'd do what he could. It was a certainty that she'd need stitches. Thankfully, Anita hadn't hit her heart, but she might've hit an artery or vein, which would mean that (f/n) had a very short window to receive help.

In the kitchen, he searched for the kit and found it quickly. He wasted no time in getting back to her. Her hands were pressed tightly to the wound, and his jacket was soaked. Carefully, he moved her hands and gave them a light squeeze. A small smile appeared on her lips, but her eyes were closed; however, she was breathing, and she was awake, just tired. Lee popped open the kit and unwound the bandages speedily.

Ripping the one side of her dress, he pushed the fabric aside and moved the bra strap out of the way. There was so much blood. Normally, blood didn't bother him at all, but this time, it terrified him because it was hers. "Hang in there, (f/n). Come on. Come on." Those words ran through his head repeatedly even though she couldn't hear them. Lee knew that he'd be crying if he could. Thankfully, his hands didn't shake, and he was able to put gauze over the wound and secure bandages over it. To his immense worry, (f/n)'s body felt heavier, and he noted that she was now unconscious.

Pressing his ear to her chest, he heard her heartbeat, but it was getting quieter. No, she couldn't die! She just couldn't! Tightly, he held her to him and rested his head against hers. If only he had more medical knowledge and equipment, he could do something else. Sure, he had killed a ton of people, and he knew how to keep them alive for longer, but he didn't know how to fix a wounded artery or vein. Even if he did, he didn't have any tools around to seal it properly.

If the ambulance didn't get to the café soon, she'd be dead. She was fading, and the future they had been talking about was disappearing too. Like he promised, he'd hold her in her grave until he faded away himself, but he didn't want that now or anytime soon. He didn't want that at all, but he also wouldn't submit her to the fate he had. Before that, however, he'd find Anita and make her pay. Then, he'd lie beside (f/n) and hold her tightly. But if she could live beyond today, he desperately wished for that.

"I should've seen what she was doing. I should've stopped her. I'm so sorry, (f/n)." She couldn't hear him, and he knew that he only was thinking those words. It hurt so badly that he couldn't express himself properly, but it was even more painful that he might lose her. (F/n) didn't mind his limitations, and she had been there for him unlike so many others.

Now, his body shook from unheard tears. She was going to die. They'd be too late. Such awful thoughts continued to pester him. It felt like hours were passing since Anita had stabbed her. In reality, it only had been several minutes, but those minutes were critical. Just barely, he heard the sirens. Looking up, he stared to the door. Reluctantly, he let go of her body and stood up.

Carefully, he took off his shoes and stepped away from the blood on the ground. Lee picked up his jacket. He had blood on him, but he didn't leave footprints. Hurriedly, he went into the kitchen and out the backdoor, closing it behind him and made sure that no one outside saw him. Off to the right of the backyard, there were azaleas, which had managed survive on their own even though no one had owned the building for about fifteen years, due to the natural weather conditions of the town.

Hiding in the bushes, he remained there. If the scene was to be investigated, he might be taken in as evidence given the blood on him. Lee couldn't be taken away; he had to stay for (f/n) since she'd come back if she survived. He knew that she would. Besides, he didn't want to risk being taken apart either since police might want to ensure that nothing had been hidden inside of him.

Hopefully, the laptop hadn't been ruined, though. He hadn't checked if liquid had spilled onto it. But if it hadn't, they'd see what had caused Anita to snap and commit such a crime. They'd get some of the truth before (f/n) woke up ... if she woke up. His hands clutched the jacket tightly, and he hoped that they had reached her in time.

Leaning back against the fence, he seated himself and kept his legs close to his chest so that they wouldn't stick out of the plants. He'd remain there until he was certain that he was in the clear to move about the house again. Lee even took off the bright orange shirt he was wearing and hid it under his legs so that the color wouldn't catch anyone's eyes should they glance towards the bushes. Probably, he'd have to wait awhile before he could enter the building again, but he could wait. Anita would be found, and he'd get to her even if she was locked up.

Sirens rushed past the house. The ambulance was gone. So was (f/n), but she might live depending on what care they gave her in the vehicle. She'd probably be rushed to the emergency room if she survived the ride. "Please live," he muttered in his head, and he knew that he was crying even though no tears were falling.

Tonight and several others probably would be incredibly long nights. The days too would feel draining. He had to wait. But to see (f/n) again, he'd either watch her enter the building, or he'd find her in a funeral home being prepped for burial. His hands slid down his face before he rested his head against his knees. Lee hoped that it'd be the first option. To see her smile and bright (e/c) eyes meeting his gaze would mean the world to him.

Even if he had to go through Jared killing him brutally again, he would if it meant that (f/n) would survive. He wouldn't mind that pain if it meant she'd be spared from dying that night and for many more to come. Lee, though, soon didn't move but remained motionless when the backdoor opened and officers stepped out.