Desolation //Imp Tweek x Pastor Craig //

Charade.

'PLEASE HELP! HELP US! WE NEED A DOCTOR! PLEASE! SOMEONE GET HIM A DOCTOR!'

Bursting through the emergency department doors, with the Pastor in tow, the imp was somewhat impressed he managed to trace his way here. However what he was not impressed about was these ridiculous human legs...

The little demon had wonderfully masked his more supernatural features however his build continued to look undernourished and his face gaunt. His clothes, still torn and blood soaked, hung from his frame and he almost met the pastor in height. But, his human legs were beyond impractical. The imp stumbled, hobbled and limped his way here. How in hell did anyone use these things? They were certainly not fast or powerful like his cloven counterpart.

The pastor was slumped against the imps side with clothed arm cradled around the little demons neck to keep him upright. He'd slip in and out of consciousness at the start of their journey but the imp had not heard a murmur from him for the remainder of their hike. So he decided to carry him most of the way.

'PLEASE! I-I need someone quick.' The demon huffed, acting as if he was out of breath now. The pair became quite the sight of the waiting room patients, many backing further into their seats - a handful kept a watchful eye on the bloodied figures, perhaps their long wait would become more bearable with some drama.

As the imp drew to a halt, his head darted around the room in search of anybody to hand his cargo over. With no one in eye sight, the imp furrowed his brow and sucked in a breath.

'HE'S GOING TO DIE!!'

It took all his might to rumble up such a scream, but it might of been his last hope of finding someone to save the pastor.

And it did.

'What on earth is all the-' A nurse stepped out from a side room, scowl on her face but the scene before her stopped her finishing her sentence. 'Oh my god...' her eyes looked the pair up and down before calling for extra colleagues to help. Hurriedly, two came and pried the pastor away from the blonds grip. 'Get him up to emergency now.' The nurse barked at the workers before her attention came back to the blond boy now standing before her. 'You and me need to have a talk, and lemme take a look at that eye.'

The imp made a panicked nod of his head in agreement and followed the nurses direction. He'd been smart enough to give his human form some cuts and bruises, including a black eye, to keep up his charade. Anyway, people would ask questions if he was the unharmed one.

Following the nurse, the demon was lead into a small examination room. It was simple; small desk in the corner, a couple of uncomfortable plastic covered chairs and a examination bed. Nothing special. The halogen bulbs flickered above them and the smell of bleach consumed the imps nostrils. The nurse motioned for the other to sit while she gathered some supplies and the imp did as he was told.

As he sat and waited, he continued his panicked performance. Now his legs would bounce up and down, fingers went from grasping the arms of the chair tightly to tapping their fingertips against the arms surface - his frame struggled to keep still. Before long, the nurse had returned and placed her supplies beside them on the desk. With that, she got to looking at his eye and face first.

'That's a nasty ol cut above your eye, how did that happen?' She cooed, eyes examining the extent of his fake injuries - they were real enough to human eyes. With that, she slipped on a pair of gloves and got to work sterilising it. 'Just try and keep your head still... It may sting a little.'

'Uhh... I don't know, m'am... and I'm trying to... S-sorry.' He jittered a reply, his body struggling to force itself still so the nurse could work.

'What do you mean? Big ol cut like that, can't remember getting socked?' A well shaped eyebrow raised.

'No, no, no... I do - it's just, I don't know if I got hurt when... when those guys picked me up and knocked me out... or uh... when I got punched... I tried, oh god... I tried to stop them...' His speech was broken, sometimes struggling for the right word. It was perfect theatrics for the nurse to hopefully eat up.

'Guys?' She questioned - leaving the conversation to remain open, allowing the area above his eye to dry before she began to apply some butterfly stitches to keep the lesion closed. 'And are you having any trouble with headaches? Blackouts? Is your vision blurred?'

'Mmhmm... I was getting in my car... and they took me from behind... s-shoved something over my head... I don't know who they are... they wanted to kill us... they worshiped the devil m'am! There was blood, and sacrifices and drawings all over their walls...' his words were hurried, the nurse continued to listen as she worked. Tears welled in his eyes as he continued. 'That dude... the one I brought in... I thought they'd killed him... they were talking about hell, and-and the devil - they had a kitchen knife and... oh.' As soon as she was done, he threw his face in his hands - pretending oh so well that he was reliving his experience. 'Please help him okay... my heads okay... I'll be alright...'

'Alright, alright... You're ok for now.' The nurse intervened before her patient became hysterical. She had one last check over of his wounds, the majority being superficial therefore only requiring a clean. 'I'll be making law enforcement aware about our current situation - cause this all sounds like attempted murder. So know you'll likely be questioned a bit later on.'

Ergh. Of course. The imp thought to himself - he'd have to work some form of manipulation on the police to prevent them sniffing too closely.

'The doctors may want to run some tests just as a precaution too, so I'll need you to hang tight here for now but I just need a few details from you.' The nurse continued, moving over to the computer screen on the corner of her desk. Shit.

'I-uh... I'm from out of town... I don't think you'll-uh... have my info...' The imps words stumbled out. 

'No worries, where are you from? I can ask your local hospital or doctors for you records - they can get them to us fairly quickly.' The nurse simply replied in a dull tone, her turned back to him as she waited for an answer.

'Oh... uhh...' the pressure got to him just momentarily. Screw it. The imp swiftly lent forward in his chair, his hand making contact with the woman's wrist - long fingers curling and gripping the nurse tightly. It forced both their eye contact, her hazel gaze meeting with his glowing red. For a moment the pair remained unnaturally still - before the nurse broke her silence.

'Thank you for that, your notes appear to be all here.' Her voice flat, extremely monotone and gaze still unbreaking his. She remained transfixed on the imp for a few more moments until he released his grip, pulling back and sinking into his chair. The demons eyes faded. 'I'll be back soon, are you okay in here for now?' She said as she got up from her seated position, the imp weakly nodded and his eyes followed her out of the room.

Why were humans so easy to manipulate? He chuckled to himself, allowing for his body to slump and relax into the chair. He took this opportunity of alone time to close his eyes and deeply breathe - after all, he had the cops to convince next.

Well, the gates of hell had not reclaimed the little demon just yet - the pastor continues to live.