winters are… hard. You told him time and time again that it was fine whatever he ‘turned into’ during one of his episodes. You were wrong. His face is bruised, the stitches on his mouth snapped open, blood running down his chin, eyes rheumy and white.it’s been three days, Jeff had made you tie him to the bed while he was ‘gone’ as he put it. “I’m not leaving, not until his body is cold and rotting in the ground.” a voice came from him, mocking you like it had been for the past hours.