continuing previous story...it's titled How To Live Forever

I went over to Tyrone's bedside and looked at him. He was asleep. I have no idea how long I waited for him to wake up, but it seemed like forever. He started mumbling in his sleep a few times, I couldn't understand what it was about though. My iPod was down to half battery from being fully charged by the time he woke up. When I noticed he was awake, I ran over to his bedside and said: "How are you feeling, babe?" He smiled at me and replied:
"I'm doing great!" His smile fell. "But you on the other hand, don't look good at all. Now tell me, who got stabbed here?" I laughed and he chuckled and winced in pain.
"Ohhhh I'm sorry!!" I said, apologizing. He smiled and said it was fine. An alarm on my phone went off and so I looked down and was turning it off when he said, "Hey, babe, go home and get some sleep."
"But Ty, I don't want to leave you!"
"No, Trinitey. Go. Get some sleep." I looked into his eyes and it were as if he was pleading me with not just his voice but his eyes as well. I let is slide that he called me Trinitey on account of he was on a hospital bed. I sighed and said,
"Okay, call me in the morning." he smiled at me as I left the room. I was actually very surprised that I wasn't so shaken. But the more I thought about it, I started psyching myself out and getting very jumpy and worried the stabber was going to come for me next.
My parents were gone on business trip, and my brother was at band camp, so it was just me for a few weeks. When I got home I started whistling because by this time, I was very scared. "It's all in your mind, he's not coming after you," I kept telling myself. I went into my room and blared my music, and started singing really loudly and off key. Finally, I decided I should probably go to bed so I got my pajamas on and brushed my teeth and crawled into bed. As the events of the day finally sunk in, I started crying and cried myself to sleep.