CHAPTER 12 (From Charity)
"Wake up, little one..." I blinked a couple of times and stirred.
Ohhhhh shit.
Pardon my french, but everything hurt about a million times worse than it had last night. It was as though sleep incubated the injuries, and now the pain hatched out and was looking for blood or something.
I moaned, trying to form a coherent sentence, but failing miserably, and just sort of making a pathetic, gasping, moaning, dying noise.
Hell tsked, and I remembered that I had been sleeping with him. We were in the exact same position as when I had fallen asleep.
He sat up, and it hurt so bad when he moved, making me shift positions that I went completely silent and everything flashed white for a moment.
Lord Hell brushed a bit of my hair out of my eyes, and frowned.
"Are you alright?"
I opened my mouth, and could taste blood. "I'll..." I managed. "B-be fine..."
He shook his head. "You're lying, I can smell it." He sighed. "Can you sit up?"
I would have shaken my head, but it hurt too much.
"Here..." He whispered, helping me sit up. It didn't hurt SO bad, but it didn't feel good either.
I sat for a second or two, breathing hard.
"You..." Hell started. "You're not healing right..."
"My halo..." I whispered. "I need..."
"Jesus..." Hell muttered. "There's blood on the sheets... did one of your wounds..."
We both looked down at the knife wound on my thigh. Sure enough, the bandages were soaked through. He reached out and grabbed my shirt.
I cried out, but couldn't do much in the way of struggling, really.
He pulled my shirt up nearly over my breasts, and frowned, discovering the same problem with the wound on my ribcage.
The bandages were soaked through.
"Shit." He hissed, and he struck me as the kind of man who didn't swear very often. "You're healing like a human..."
I looked down, blushing, embarassed.
"We need to treat you like a human." He said softly. "I think you need stitches... The wounds apparently reopened."
I looked up at him. "S-stitches?"
He nodded.
"What do you mean, stitches?" I asked.
"They take some medical twine, and sew the wound shut so that it can heal, without bleeding..."
"S-sew??" I exclaimed.
"It's not bad." He said. "It won't hurt, I assure you."
He stood. "And as much as I would like to help you, I do have work-"
"I understand completely." I said, softly. "Death, contrary to popular belief, does not take holidays."
He smiled. "But, I will disperse Suicide's clients amongst the others, and have him look after you today. He will take you to a hospital, and-"
"A human hospital?" I whispered.
He nodded. "Well I certainly don't know any supernatural creatures that can perform human surgery type things..."
I nodded. "Oh kay." Then winced.
He sighed. "Stay here, do not move." He left the room.
I sat on the bed and winced.
He came back with Suicide following closely.
As he dressed, Lord Hell watched me out of the corner of his eye. "Take her to a Human Hospital. Make sure she has a human disguise. I want her well by the time I get home, understand?"
"Of course, Master." Suicide nodded.
"I really really would stay and help you," He said. "But I must be off, lest I be late for my clients."
I smiled barely up at him, and he was gone.
Suicide crossed the room and scooped me up into his arms. "I'll cast a Glamor on you so they can't see your inhuman attributes, okay?"
I nodded, and then slipped unconscious.