Reese's eyes snapped open as he heard the door opening to the room, did Marshall just come in? Maybe he was just paranoid, lifting his heads out of the covers Reese looked around and didn't see anything that would lead to human activity but his own. Shoving the blanket off of him he decided to go check and see where... Marshall was. When turning the corner he felt light headed and he leaned against the staircase. "Marshall?" He called out. He didn't feel well, and passing by that mirror he didn't appear well either. His face was pale and his eyes were slightly puffed, probably from his tears, but the worse was the line of blood that went from his lips to his chin from earlier.
"Reese get it together..." He whispered to himself, wiping at his face only to remember his hand was covered in blood too. Reese started to hyperventilate, he was terrified of large amounts of blood. It was almost like a picture show of before flashed inside his mind, the head that had rolled across the floor as he opened the door. Almost like he triggered the trap to snap the man's neck. What if it was his fault? What if he were to blame and Marshall knew it? He was terrified of his own thoughts, but reality soon came crashing onto him as he heard footsteps start to return upstairs. Had Marshall actually heard his call? Reese ran back up the stairs crawled into the bed before him. Trying to calm his breath, Marshall had walked in.
It seems the later did not notice Reese as he walked in as he stepped into the bathroom and the water started running. God how Reese wished he could just jump into the shower too. He felt so dirty and needed to wash off the blood on his hands... literally. Not even five minutes later he heard the shower turn off and Reese was too scared to look up, to be noticed. The other had opened a drawer and left the room quickly, leaving Reese to sigh with relief. He got up nervously on his own two feet when he heard footsteps going down the stair.
He really needed to shower before he threw up again, and looking down at the sheets he could see some dried blood on that too. Of course it was more faint hand prints then actual blood. He didn't know if stepping in the shower would be totally noticeable to the one downstairs but he need to do something. Stepping into the bathroom he rinsed his hands and his face first then the rest of himself. The water was cold, but he didn't care it felt good against his burning skin. Once he was done he stepped out and realized he couldn't wear what he had before. They were dirty and stained with blood, something he wanted to escape from. Digging through Marshall's drawers he pulled out some clothing for him to wear.
Although the shirt hung loose on him, it felt right like it belonged there touching his skin. For pants he just grabbed a pair of shorts that looked like pjs. Sighing he pulled those up along with underwear up his legs til they met his hips. He felt so snug in these clothes even knowing they belonged to a killer... he already made a deal with said killer, making him just as worse. Shaking his hair a little so it wasn't so damp he started to walk downstairs. Again he turned the corner and called out, "Marshall? Are you down there?" while he walked down the stairs. Hoping he wouldn't have to witness another scene.
Reese walked into the living room and didn't see anybody so he walked into the kitchen and found Marshall. He had to giggle watching as his friend danced around the kitchen while making something that looked like hamburgers. Reese froze in his thought, were there actual body parts in the meat. Concerned he tugged on his friend's sleeve, probably scaring him, but Reese needed to have his questions answered.