Caleb was still pacing back and forth trying to figure out what to do next.  He had never experienced anything like that.  The feeling of a weight pressing down on his chest right before the murders, that was a feeling he didn't want to experience again.  He mentally cursed at himself for even going along with the ritual.  Who knows what the hell they summoned.

"FUCK!" he yelled punching the nearby wall and leaving a sizeable dent.  He looked down at his hand and noticed that his knuckles were starting to bruise from the collision with the wall.  Sighing, he looked over at Ambrose who seemed out of it.  He was shaking slightly and Caleb couldn't blame him after what he saw.  He hurried over to him.  "Ambrose, Ambrose look at me," he began trying to usher Ambrose over to his bed, "I don't want you going back to your dorm tonight, you can stay here, I'll sleep on the floor and you can have my bed, everything is going to be fine," he said as calmly as he could.

It was then that he noticed Ambrose holding his hand.  "Can I see?" he asked before taking Ambrose's hand and examining it.  "Shit," he added noticing how deep Ambrose had cut himself during the ritual.  "It's amazing you didn't pass out from this."

Caleb walked into his bathroom and gathered supplies and when he returned he had first aid tape and medical gauze.  He also had alcohol, peroxide and a few other items.  He didn't know why he was so caring towards Ambrose.  He couldn't explain the feeling.  He had just met Ambrose and yet it felt right to be around him.  He felt good to be close to him, and the feeling scared the shit out of him.  He didn't want to go down the road of relationships again, but he couldn't help it.  It was amazing, he didn't know a single thing about Ambrose, they had only just hung out and look how bad things ended up.  Still, as he helped Ambrose sit down on his bed, he wondered what Sam was doing.

Caleb cleaned Ambrose's wound as gently as possible, he made sure that there were no blood stains on his hand anymore.  He bandaged it, wrapped it and taped it before eyeing his handy work.  "That should work," he said before looking up at Ambrose, "I'm sorry for all of this, I should've just gotten us out of there when I didn't feel right," he self-blamed.  "If you want you can take a shower, I have some clothes you can wear though they'll be a bit baggy on you."

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