IP Jess 12/2/14
[Jake didn't take Jess to the hospital. He probably should have, but he didn't. With her in the dismal state she was in, and him, covered in her blood, it would have ended badly, and it was a little known fact that neither of them were too fond of hospitals because of their mother. He ripped up his own shirt just to bind some of her wounds to keep her from bleeding out on him. His apartment, thankfully, wasn't that far away and he had the strength now to carry her with a fair amount of ease.
Once he had managed to get her stable, and stop the bleeding, Jake slipped her some pain medication - that he had once intended on saving for a rainy day and forgot about - and sat beside her for hours. He was relieved that she wasn't at risk of dying from bleeding out anymore. But, one of two things would happen now; either the bite would kill her, or she'd be a werewolf, like him.
He hated himself so much for actually liking the thought of that. But the possibility of her dying left him anxious, and scared, like when he had taken the cure to save her life once before months ago.
Sure that she was still passed out, Jake held her hand tightly and talked a little to her to try to calm his nerves.]
You're going to be okay, punk. Stop being so melodramatic and wake up already.