Jessica hears a sound and busts out into the parlor, where Sookie has just let herself in. She is, of course, looking for Bill and not really interested in much else. Jessica tries and fails to look nonchalant, face covered in blood from her tears over the trucker creep, and she's like, "What up?" Jessica's ADD kicks into full swing as Sookie says that 1) Bill's been kidnapped, 2) He proposed, 3) Sookie didn't say yes. All of these things, Jessica responds to, completely forgetting whatever happened before, and also the man who is quietly expiring in the other room. Sookie tells Jessica to call her, even if Bill tells her not to, and Jessica's whole head jerks to the side at the idea of disobeying her sire. "I don't care, just do it," says Sookie, because not even the natural laws of natural nature are immune to her steel magnolia pushiness, and runs out to go bother everybody else in the world.
Dude is still not doing so well by the time Jessica gets back to him. In fact, I do believe he just died. And once again it's heartbreaking, Jessica's ignorance, as she last-resort chomps out her own wrist and holds it to a dead man's lips, thinking maybe this futile act will do the trick. There's a lot to be mined in Jessica's ignorance here, the way she interacts with the dead body: Trying to bring him back to life, eventually sleeping with him under the floorboards like a telltale heart, keeping him with her all alone, smelling him on her every second, letting him build back all those walls she's already broken down so many times since dying. She's a high school freshman with a hit and run; if she could dream she'd dream of him.
The werewolves are getting all kinds of horny and giggly and bi, sucking on Bill and tweaking their nipples and groaning creepily and generally acting like the worst kind of pornographic cinema film about fellas. "Pull over, Jimmy. I gotta get me a drag off of this fuck!" Finally Coot tells the one closest to Bill to spit some V in the guy up front's mouth, which... Teachable moment.