Lethal •My Jeff The Killer Origin Story•

Part. 5, A Slow Recovery☠️

It wasn't an enticement, it was more of a proper, and pure friendship. Like he knew he could tell her anything if he needed to. She wasn't lit on fire, like him, but did share the stories of her father and how he put her there. Elizabeth was a child abuse victim, and her visit to the hospital was her ticket to freedom. Unlike Jane, she didn't force her friendship. Unlike Jane, she understood him more.

She also made it a point to say he looked like shit in a body cast, and all he could do was take her word for it.

Recovery wasn't the greatest experience, he'd admit.

Margerat remembers when the doctor explained it to her during her first visit—very bluntly to say the least— that when Randy carved into his face like a piñata, he had knocked into major facial muscles that were vital for performing facial animation.

Smiling, frowning, even scrunching his face too harshly was off the table. For how long wasn't guaranteed, just like how it wasn't guaranteed that it'd ever be fixed.

She was not happy to hear that.

For Liu, though, it was a normal day. Margaret getting ready to visit Jeff, while Peter cooked lunch for the three, as Liu himself was finishing up his homework, confounded on the shackles of geometry.

He spots his mother walking around the living room, picking up the last thing she needed, as she often leaves them lying around." Alright, that should be it," She spoke absentmindedly to herself.
"Wait, mom!" He stands, interrupting her walk to the front hall and skidding to her side." Yes, baby?" "Could I go with you?" The notable stop of the knifes blade across the cutting board could be heard from the other kitchen, and Liu impishly acknowledged that his father was listening in.

"Erm, Are you sure?" She asks, and Liu nods, eager. He hasn't visited at all.

This was weird. Liu stated he didn't want to see Jeff if he was in a body cast, saying he'd burst into tears, so why is he asking now? Is it because his recovery wasn't going so well so far?

"O-Of of course baby. Just," She brushes his hair on his forehead and slicked it back a bit, before smiling softly." Alright, let's go." Liu follows her as she led them out the door, the cutting resuming in the other room.

The awkwardness in the car wasn't unnoticeable, to either participants. Liu couldn't count how many times she had asked whether he was sure this was something he wanted to do, trying to assure him Jeffery would understand if he didn't want to see him in his state of being." Of course mom. I want to see my brother." He spoke every time, then went back to staring out the window and taking in the sights as if he was just now looking at the outside world.

Being so close with him, she found she didn't recognize his eyes. That sounds strange for a mother to say, but... They were more cold, and dull during that car ride. It was like he was a different person... But that was preposterous, so she ignored it, at least for now.

When they make it there, Margaret shuts the door, and locks it before sighing." Alright, this is it. Make sure you have everything,"

They make it inside, Liu taking in the room.

White ceiling, white floors white walls.. the waiting room was vast and overbearing Lu full, some people groaning in pain or breaking into a coughing fit. Sometimes a nurse or doctor ran back and forth down the lengthy hallway he could see behind glass doors, likely trying to beat everlasting time. Other than that, Liu was more focused on trying not to get a headache from the LED lights above him, or the fast chitter of a mass of people talking at the same time in one space.

Margaret smiles softly at the receptionist as they slid up to her, ignoring her coworkers wearily talking to others on phone lines. Her people face quickly coming up after a flash of tiredness, and she chipperly spoke," Good morning, how may I assist?"