Bewitching the Demon ✓ (GxG)

Thirty-Eight

Leslie had insisted that Kara remain sitting down in a chair to rest; she believed that Kara's skull injury was "too severe" for her to go about her daily business--not like Kara was able to do that kind of thing anymore being trapped in a place she didn't know.

Despite Kara repeatedly insisting that she was one hundred percent fine, Leslie still wanted her to relax.

"Don't give me that look, Satuman," Leslie said, trying her best not to sound annoyed at the injured demon. "This is for your own good, you know." She inhaled. "You'll be back on your feet doing whatever the hell nerdy things you like to do in no time."

"I'm fine," Kara said once more, still not fully convincing Leslie of this fact.

"No, you're not," Leslie replied, scowling a little at Kara. "You wiped out pretty bad back at Royaume de Glace."

"So?" Kara tried to act casual as she leaned back against the cushioned chair. You're fine, right?, her mind began to ask her. You'll be okay. It was just a tiny little fracture from a tiny little incident--a small crash into cement. You're completely fine. ...Though, I still don't know why she hasn't realized that yet.

"So?" Leslie repeated. "What the hell do you mean 'so'?" She continued to scowl. "Do you not know how hard you hit that railing? Hm? There was blood everywhere, Satuman. That's not normal, you know."

"Whatever." Kara blew strands of pink hair out of her face. It would almost appear to be that she wanted to look 'cool' for Leslie. Why am I even doing this? I mean, I'm not even cool in the first place. I'm a complete and utter nerd. A loser even. So, why am I trying to be 'cool' for the enemy? I... No. No. I don't like her. That can't be why--it can't.

"Unbelievable!" Leslie replied when she heard Kara's nonchalant comment about the situation. She reached her hands upward as she turned away from the demon--dancing her fingers through her dark hair. She muttered, "You're lucky I don't just sever our bind right now, asshole."

Kara froze a little at Leslie's comment. Did she seriously just say what I think she did? Kara felt herself gulp. She had already heard the stories of the demons who's binds with witches had been severed. It's already bad enough that I'm even binded to her in the first place, but now she's thinking about slicing that bind? Does she want to torture me? Is that really how she gets her sick kicks?

Kara tried to remain with a calm expression and demeanor even though she felt panic clawing away inside her--she tried to force that panicked look out of her eyes. Come on. Stop panicking. There's no way in hell she'd actually break that bind.... Is there? Despite Kara having a little bit of temporary confidence, it was very quickly once again replaced with doubt. She nervously traced her finger along the armrest of the chair she currently sat in.

Leslie continued to face away from Kara, her fingers still intertwining themselves with her raven hair. She really doesn't want to listen to me, huh? Well, you know what... That's fine by me. I'll let her be an idiot. She can be as stupid as she wants to be. She can be stupid to her stupid heart's content. Leslie sighed. If she dies, it's not my fault.

Leslie didn't even want to look back to where Kara still sat. She's not my responsibility... It's not my job to take care of her. She's my demon. If anything, she's supposed to be taking care of me.

Kara groaned a little to herself when her head started to hurt--at first, she had mistaken it for pain from her skull and brain injury. This... This feels different, she began to think to herself. This doesn't feel like the pain I've been having recently. Still, despite her worries, Kara did nothing but continue sitting in the chair, bringing her finger tips back and forth over the stitching of the patterns on the chair.