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your hair.”  He picked up a washcloth from the towel rack and pressed it against my head.  He didn’t mention my nudity.  “Let’s step out of here.  I fear that bastard’s reappearance.”  Wraith-like mists swirled around us as he grabbed my clothes off the floor and pulled me by my arm into the bedroom.
     
       Gregg motioned for me to sit on the bed and handed my clothes to me.  I pulled my shirt over my still-damp body and managed to squirm my damp legs into jeans and button them.
       Gregg sighed and re-adjusted the washcloth on my head.  “It’s still bleeding.” 
     
       He must have smacked the back of my head against the decorative whales ensconced in the tiling. 
       “Lay back on the pillow,” said Gregg.  “That’ll hold the towel on, and maybe the bleeding will stop.”
       My eyes watered with forming tears.  “What’s to stop Him from coming back and finishing the job?”
       Gregg looked confused.  “Job?”
       “What’s to stop Him from killing me?”
       He smiled.  “Of course.  He won’t bother you in here.  Because I won’t leave you.”
       I wiped my eyes with my hand.  “Where’d you go last time?”
       “Last time?”
       “The last time I saw you, you vanished....”  I spoke with my eyes closed as my head pounded something awful.
       “I hadn’t left.  You just quit...seeing me or something like that.  I didn’t leave you.  Why do you think I would leave you, when all I seem to ever want is your company?”
       “Wait, if you never left, then you saw me cry?” I opened my eyes, looking in Gregg’s direction.  The pounding in my brain stopped me from feeling any shame.
       Gregg smiled a little and shifted his feet in some embarrassment.
       “I saw you were unhappy.  I kind of worried I’d done something to cause it.”  Gregg sat down on the side of the bed.  It didn’t creak or indent the mattress the way it should have.  “I’m usually here, but you’re not...always seeing me, aware of me.  And if I leave you today, I probably haven’t left.  I’ll still be here.  At least unless my mother needs me.  Then I may have to leave you.  But I’ll try not to.  Not with that scoundrel...not with him...I think he may wish you dead.”
       “Gregg?”
       “Is there something else?”  He gave an inquisitive little smile.
       “Can you bring that wine bottle right over there?  I’m not feeling so good.”
       “Delighted to serve you.”  As he passed it to me, our hands touched.  His felt like ice.  He looked alive and sounded alive, but he didn’t feel that way.  “Don’t let Him trouble your mind.  This terrible wickedness won’t disturb you again.”
     
       Tipping the bottle towards my eager mouth, watching Gregg pace around the bedroom floor and listening to him mumble threats against our strange new enemy, threats which he assured me he thoroughly planned on carrying out, I felt a blurring of the proverbial line between fantasy and reality. 
       “I won’t let him kill you.  Not a chance.  Why, I’ll put your interests and safety first as will the rest of my family.”  He shuddered as if remembering the man’s humongous silver eyes and shark-like grin.  “Unattractive fiend!  He’ll repent of the day he ever set foot in our bathtub!”
       I tried to reply but my words were slurred and didn’t come out properly.
     
       My eyes were now unfocused and my head dizzy.  Occasionally, parts of Gregg’s body would fade out, and once I couldn’t see an entire leg from the knee down.  One thing I remember before falling asleep was Gregg flipping the light switch and lighting a candle.  As far as I knew, I didn’t own a candle or the silver holder in which it sat, and that was strange.  The lace curtains billowed against the closed window as Gregg placed a handmade quilt over me which I had also never before seen.  His mumbling became incoherent, and I